I am from iced tea,
From peanut butter and hand me down clothes.
I am from the little mobile home on the farm, always peaceful,
Where praise music flowed from the stereo and laughter ruled every meal.
I am from the wheat, the bluebonnets and the juniper trees,
The irises and hay bales.
From sweet smelling sage and giant grasshoppers.
I am from the heat you can see like waves coming up from the road.
From peanut butter and hand me down clothes.
I am from the little mobile home on the farm, always peaceful,
Where praise music flowed from the stereo and laughter ruled every meal.
I am from the wheat, the bluebonnets and the juniper trees,
The irises and hay bales.
From sweet smelling sage and giant grasshoppers.
I am from the heat you can see like waves coming up from the road.
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