AIN'T THAT LIVING
Johnny Darrell - 1969
Make my bed in the soft yellow hay
All I want is a place to lay my head
There ain't much pain for a man who knows the rain
Carries nothing heavy on his shoulders
Just the sunshine and some dewdrops
Some yellow hay, ain't that livin'
Make my clock from a grey dawning sky
And a red rooster waking up the morning
I'll be up on time with nothing on my mind
Wake and find some bacon frying somewhere
Work for breakfast, taste the bacon
Drink the coffee, ain't that livin'
Make my day a girl who ties no strings
And adds nothing heavy to my shoulders
Warmer than the sun, softer than the dew
Who'll wait until the next time I'll be passing
Let's her hair down in the yellow hay
Ain't that lovin', ain't that livin'
(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - June 2018)