Early

Early one morning I walked out alone
I looked down the street; no one was around
The sun was just comin' up over my home
On Hickory Street in a little farm town. And
Oooo-ee, ain’t the mornin' light pretty
When the dew is still heavy, so bright and early
My home on the range; it’s a one-horse town
And it’s alright with me
Plow broke the prairie, the prairie gave plenty
The little towns blossomed and soon there were many
Scattered like fireflies across the dark night
And one was called Early, and they sure named it right
'Cause
Many dry summers parched all the fields
They burnt the fine colors and cut down on the yield
But the rain has returned to wash away our tears
It’s the fullest green summer that
We’ve seen for years. And