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The song “Fields of Yesterday” was born on a quiet afternoon when the narrator returned home for the first time in years. The farmhouse looked smaller than memory had promised, paint faded and the barn leaning just a little more than before. Yet when the truck door closed and the wind rolled across the fields, time loosened its grip.

As a child, mornings had started before the sun fully woke. Daddy believed daylight was something you earned, not waited for. Tools were always stacked neatly by the barn, and the rooster never failed to announce the day like he owned the place. Boots sank into dirt that smelled of work and honesty, while Mama’s biscuits filled the house with warmth, windows open wide to let the breeze carry laughter through every room. No one ever called it a hard life back then—it was just life.

Those days felt endless. Summers meant sunburned shoulders and bare feet racing through tall grass that bent but never broke. There wasn’t much money, but there was always joy. The kids didn’t know they were poor, because they were rich in noise—laughing, shouting, chasing one another until fireflies replaced the sun. That’s where the phrase “livin’ high in cotton” first took root, even before it had words.

Weekends followed their own sacred rhythm. Saturdays came with hay rides and dust in the air, while Sundays slowed everything down. Church bells echoed across the fields, calling neighbors who waved as they rolled by on dirt roads that felt like family ties. Grandpa would sit on the porch afterward, spinning stories about harvests won and lost, storms survived, and seasons that shaped character. He taught them pride—not the loud kind, but the quiet kind that grows when you do things right.

Years passed, and the world sped up. The narrator left, chasing opportunities and learning how heavy worry can feel. Life became crowded with deadlines, noise, and endless hurry. But whenever the days felt too fast, memories would pull them back—down that old lane, where dreams were planted like seeds and patiently grown.

“Fields of Yesterday” is a love letter to that time. It isn’t about longing to go back, but about honoring where the roots were set. Because even now, in the middle of a restless world, those cotton-sweet days still soften the heart—and remind us that sometimes, we were richer than we ever knew.

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00:00Daddy Had Us
00:30Daddy Had Us
01:00Daddy Had Us
01:30Daddy Had Us
01:32We weren't rich but we were laughing
01:34Never knew how good we had it happen
01:37Sunburned skin in a world that felt forgotten
01:41But oh those days were sweet as cotton
01:46Running wild where the tall grass softened
01:49Back before the world got loud and rotten
01:52Yeah we were living high, living high in cotton
01:56Now life's fast and full of worry
02:10Rushing days in endless hurry
02:13But when I close my eyes I'm back where dreams were grown
02:17Down that lane I used to know
02:21We weren't rich but we were laughing
02:25Never knew how good we had it happen
02:28Heartbeat slow where the memories soften
02:32I still taste a sweet as cotton
02:37Running wild where the tall grass softened
02:40Yeah we were living high
02:42Living high in cotton
02:47Living high in cotton
02:53Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
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