Littlefield written by Jennings/Murrah Lyrical help would be much appreciated...most of this is before my time. INTRO: D C G C D C I was born in '37, a sharecropper's son G C Out on the great south plains D C There in the suburbs of a dryland cotton patch G C In the middle of a west Texas rain (SPOKEN): D C And for all of you folks out there in radioland who don't know what a West Texas rain is, G C Well that's what's commonly known as a sandstorm D C G C Remember that, you'll need it later I guess times were hard but livin' was easy We always found a way to survive Fried chicken and gravy and an old tune off the guitar Was enough to keep a country boy alive (SPOKEN): D C And on Saturday afternoons it was Lester Pruitt's "The Picture Show" G C D On Saturday's nights is the Grand Ol' Uproar from Nashville Tennessee, take it away boys D C G C Lookin' back now and thinkin' it over Life was like an old country song My mama taught me the melody and daddy taught me the chords I made the words up on my own (SPOKEN): D C G And sometimes it didn't rhyme, but they always had a reason, C Even if it was unbeknownst to no one but myself D C G C I guess all that west Texas sand in my crawl, that's what make me so mean D C I'd bet I was the only boy ever expelled from Sunday school G C D Lover, fighter, wild-horse rider, and purty dern good windmill maker C G C Look out world, here I come