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(God put a song in the heart of an angel and softly she sang it to me) |
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I get to thinking lots of times about back when I was a lad |
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Of the old homeplace where I grew up of the days both good and bad |
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My overalls were hand-me-downs my shoes were full of holes |
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I used to walk four miles to school every day through the rain the sleet and the cold |
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I've seen the nights when my daddy would cry |
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For the things that his family would need |
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But all he ever got was a badland farm and seven hungry mouths to feed |
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And yet and yet our homefire never flickered once |
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Cause when all these things went wrong |
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Mama took the hymn book down and mama sang a song |
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(What a friend we have in Jesus) |
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I've been rocked to sleep many a night to the tune of What a Friend |
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And come morning Rock of Ages would wake me gently once again |
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And when daddy would reach up and he'd take the Bible down |
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And he'd read it read it loud and long |
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And I always felt that maybe our house was blessed |
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When daddy would say mama sing a song |
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Sister left home first I guess and then Bob and then Tommy and then Dan |
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By then dad's hair was turning white and I had to be mama's little man |
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But it seemed that as daddy's back grew weak my mother's faith just grew strong |
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And those were the greatest days of all when mama sang a song |
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(Rock of ages cleft for me let me hide myself in Thee) |
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I guess the house is still standing I don't get to go back much anymore |
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No voice is left to fill those halls and no steps to grace the floor |
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For you see my mother sings in heaven now around God's golden throne |
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But I'll always believe that this world is a better place |
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Because one time my mama sang a song (precious mem'ries flod my soul) |
