Mother Nature's Son

Born a poor, young, country boy

Mother Nature's son

All day long I'm sitting, singing songs for everyone

Sit beside a mountain stream, see her waters rise

Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies

Do-do, do, do, do, do, do, do-do, do

Do, do, do, do, do, do-do, do

Do, do

Find me in my field of grass

Mother Nature's son

Swaying daisies sing a lazy song beneath the sun

Do-do, do, do, do, do, do, do-do, do

Do, do, do, do, do, do-do, do

Do-do-do, do, do-do

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Mother Nature's son