He was just a little kid br In a kid’s kind of world br Examining the places br Where the red dirt swirled br br Hills and little trenches br To climb and investigate br Thoughts and visions br For a child to create br br There’s no better place br For a youngster to enjoy br Than in the red dirt country br They don’t even need a toy br br Just old-fashioned imagination br That all little children possess br Tucked into their little heads br Many things they can access br br There’s nothing like watching br A child in a world of red dirt br Let’s imagine we’re a kid again br You know, it wouldn’t hurt!br br Marilyn Lottbr br