Listen to September 14, 1966

It was the perfect late-summer scene. My sisters (Lynn and Judy) and my Nettleton cousins (Connie and Arthur) were turned loose in the field at the west edge of the yard. There were two crops growing in that field: alfalfa and lightning bugs. We ran up and down the rows with jelly jars collecting lightning bugs. Sometimes we would suspend disbelief and chase fairies instead.

Winfield cred: Showcase selection for Walnut Valley Festival’s NewSong Showcase, so I got to play it on Stage 3 — on September 14, 2006. (Cue spooky music.)

Bonus video: This was recorded during our in-studio session for KMUW’s Strange Currency.


September 14, 1966

©2002 Bryan Masters

(capo 2)

      G                     A
If I could, I'd make this song
                  D
Look just like a farmhouse
        G                      A
At the end of a long strip of dust
                       D
Where my grandparents lived
   A                           D
Alfalfa would sparkle in the firefly light
 A                        D
Me and my cousins would chase them all night
        G                  A
If I could, I'd make this song
               D
An old Kansas farmhouse

         G                       D
We were too young to know about memories
      G                         A
The way that some glow and some fade

If I could, I'd make this song
Sound just like a tractor
You'd hear it pull up and shut down
When the dinner bell rings
Everybody wash up
We're eatin' and that's that
Put your boots by the back door
And your hats on the rack
If I could, I'd make this song
An old John Deere tractor

          G                       D
We were too young to know about memories
      G                          A
The way that some glow and some fade
      G              A              F#m
It's September fourteenth nineteen sixty-six
 G           A                 D
It's ninety-four in the shade
     G            A            D
And this is how memories are made

If I could, I'd make this song
Taste just like fried chicken
With gravy and green beans and
Potatoes whipped white as the snow
With corn and green jell-o
And some kind of dressing
And I can't remember
Just who said the blessing
But if I could, I'd make this song
A plate of fried chicken.

Bryan Masters Music/ASCAP