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