Written by Rodney Crowell
Intro Verse D A Well I don't drink as much as I ought to, Lately it just ain't my style. D D/C# Bm Bm/A G A D And the hard times don't cut, like they used to. They pass quicker like when I was a child.Instrumental D D/C# Bm Bm/A G Verse A D A Well the midsummer days sit so heavy, they don't flow like the breeze through your mind. D D/C# Bm Bm/A G A D when nothing feels in a hurry, you make up for some ol' lost time.Chorus G A D G A Bm Bm/A And somehow I learned how to listen, to the sound of the sun dying down. G A D G D D/C# Bm Bm/A Knowing in the morning I'll be singing, A song for this life I have found, G A D You know it keeps my feet on the ground.