One September morning when I was five
My daddy said, "Son, rise from your bed."
I thought, I must be dreaming, it´s still dark outside
He said, "Son if you fall behind you´ll never get ahead

Here´s your little brown cowboy shirt, put it on
Here´s your little brown cowboy pants, put ´em on
Here´s your little brown shoes, can you tie them yourself?
Get into the car, we´re gone!"

We drove, it seemed like forever,
Further than I´d ever been away from home
Then my daddy stopped the car, and he turned to me
He said, "Son it´s time to make us proud of you,
It´s time to do what´s right
Gonna have to learn to work hard"
I said, "Work?  What are you talking about?
You´re not gonna leave me here, are you?"
He said "Yes I am!"
And drove off into the morning light

For a while I stood there, on the sidewalk
A Roy Rogers lunch pail in my hand
Then I heard sweet children´s voices calling
And I began to understand
They said, "Four eyes!  Look like you´re still sleeping!"
"Four eyes!  Look like you´re dead!"
"Four eyes!  Where have you been keeping yourself?"
"Look like you been whupped upside the head."