The story behind the song
Sittin’ in my house, memories flood my mind Takin’ me back through time Childhood days, when things were good A little town, called Oakwood
Take me back to Oakwood, Texas Cotton fields and wooden fences Sawing boards and ginnin’ cotton Those times will never be forgotten Those times will never be forgotten
Workin’ hard, sunup to sundown Saturdays, running all over the town Chasing girls, flirting with women Running home, leaving them spinnin’
Take me back to Oakwood, Texas Cotton fields and wooden fences Sawing boards and ginnin’ cotton Those times will never be forgotten Those times will never be forgotten
Thursday nights, singing bass The whole town was in one place Singing in the church, the singing was good We were a town called Oakwood
Take me back to Oakwood, Texas Cotton fields and wooden fences Sawing boards and ginnin’ cotton Those times will never be forgotten Those times will never be forgotten
Now I’m in the city, but I’m not a city boy City living don’t bring me no joy I need the country, I need to be free Oakwood Texas is where I need to be
Take me back to Oakwood, Texas Cotton fields and wooden fences Sawing boards and ginnin’ cotton Those times will never be forgotten Those times will never be forgotten Those times will never be forgotten Take me back, to Oakwood Texas…