I was breathing in the ashes Looking for some truth I saw an old timer Chewing tobacco and picking country blues I wouldn't have it any other way They were slow as molasses days Had a slingshot made from an oak tree branch Soup cans lined up on the fence And it all made sense It was all I knew Bright as a forsythia bush in bloom When the lights right Early April Late afternoon ♪ Kept a buckeye in my pocket Horseshoe by the door A melody in my head I hadn't heard anybody sing before And I wouldn't have it any other way They were sweet as sugar cane days And the hardware store had hard candy And a model kazoo in the key of C Good advice was free It was all I knew Bright as a forsythia bush in bloom When the lights right Early April Late afternoon ♪ And it all made sense It was all I knew Bright as a forsythia bush in bloom When the lights right Early April Late afternoon