| G | C | |
| It seems like a hundred years since I reached ou | t to dry those tears |
| G | A | D | |
| streaminâ down my grandmaâs face··. when I told her | Good-bye |
| G | C | |
| She helped me pack her old suit case, then pushed my new | straw hat in place |
| G | D | C | G | |
| With that Cor·se can-na daily | sun shin | inâ bright for me |
| Chorus: |
| F | C | |
| When tha | t sweet smell of youth was mixed with Grandmaâ | s apple pie |
| F | D | G | F | |
| Oh what Iâd give for a slice of yeste | r-day··..when that w | arm light came |
| C | |
| Splashin cross those clovered f | ields of time·· |
| G | D | C | G | |
| With that Cor·se | can-na d | aily sun shini | nâ bright for | me |
| Verse#2: |
| There ainât much thatâs left to tell, boy I really went to hell |
| Seems like every things gone wrong··.since I left my home-town |
| Wish I was back there now, mendin fence and milkin cows |
| With that Cor-sa- canna daily sun.. shinin bright for me |
| Chours |
| Verse# 3 is spoken |
| Someday Ill find that clover bed and Ill lay down my weary head |
| And watch them soft clouds drifting as they tease that country sun |
| Ill eat a chunk of grandmaâs pie, and take a walk back in time |
| When that Corsicana daily sun, was shinin bright for me |
| Submitted by; MSG Ed Slaughter |