Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Buck Owens
Buck Owens
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Buck Owens
Buck Owens
Composer

Lyrics

Walking down the highway, looking for a place
To lay down my tired and weary bones
Sun came up this morning, another day to face
Everything reminds me that you're gone
The leaves on the trees are starting to fall
Summer has sang its final song
Off in the distance, I hear a lonely call
Everything reminds me that you're gone
The grass in the meadow is turning to brown
Listen to that cold wind moan
The snowflakes of winter will soon be on the ground
Everything reminds me that you're gone
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Written by: Buck Owens
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