Well, music, sweet music, lord,
is gonna be played, mm-hmm.
And the sound of Billy's banjo
is like honey on your day.
When they promenade down through the square,
they'll hear you say, "I'm comin' your way."
And I'm only a-just growin' a little each day.

The sun of the delta beams across your face, oh yeah.
And good ol' Grandad's stories seem to set your pace.
All the men you've known in this town
don't seem to have it, and they bring you down.
Well, remember, you're just growin' a little each day.

So throw out your arms and take in the sky.
Take down your hair and watch the birds fly.
Don't be afraid to show how you feel.
Don't sit and hide. Don't you know that you're real?
You can have it if you want it.
Change yourself and play!
Cause you're only, only just growin' a little each day.

So woman, sweet woman, why do you feel that way?
Don't you know you're only growin'
just a little each day?
When the good Lord placed you on this earth,
his good words to heed, it's all that you need.
And you're only just growin' a little each day.
you're only just growin' a little each day.
you're only just growin' a little each day