By Bob Golden

Name that tune. There was a time, when farmers, ranchers, timber-men were sung about. So, if you are old enough, you may remember. Name that tune, and maybe the singer, who sang your song.

“He used to plow them rows straight and deep

And I’d come along near behind

A-bustin’ up clods with my own bare feet.”

“Take me back to another morning, to a time so long ago,

When the sweet magnolia blossomed, cotton fields as white as snow.”

“Down in the delta where I was born

All we raised was cotton, potatoes and corn

I’ve picked cotton ’til my fingers hurt

Draggin’ a sack through the delta dirt

I’ve worked hard the whole weeklong

Pickin’ my fingers to the blood and bone

Ain’t a lot of money in cotton bale

At least when you try to sell.”

“He rides a feed lot and clerks in a market on weekends selling tobacco and beer

His dreams of tomorrow surrounded by fences

But he’ll dream tonight of when fences weren’t here

He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark

And eyeball to eyeball Ol’ Wyatt backed down

He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas

And rode with the Seventh when Custer went down.”

So, if you remember yesterday, when the producers where sung about, name that tune! Four very distinct songs, by four very distinct artist.

Bonus round! “When I was just a baby

Too little for the cotton sack

I played in the dirt

While the others worked

‘Til they couldn’t straighten up their backs

And I made myself a promise

When I was old enough to run

That I’d never stay a single day

In that Oklahoma sun.”

So, name that tune!