Song | Mama's Funeral |
Artist | Elizabeth Cook |
Album | Welder |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Nah nah nah nah… | |
At mama’s funeral, organs didn’t play | |
But you could hear the lonesome sway | |
Of the local guitar man | |
He played | |
Hank Williams songs | |
We all did ‘ | |
Farther Along’ | |
The boys drank beer out by the barn | |
At mama’s funeral | |
Oh the birds showed up to sing | |
As we gathered round the ole porch swing | |
Where her feet had worn the paint off the boards | |
And her pillow sat all faded and torn | |
Her children all took turns | |
Trying to find the words | |
Just wantin to say something right | |
Bout the best friend they’d found in life | |
And explain it to the nurses that came from the hospital | |
To mama’s funeral | |
It was surprising to me, thought it’d be as hard as it could be | |
But everybody took a little piece of pain | |
And they spread it round like summer rain | |
And it helped to ease the load | |
More than | |
I could’ve known | |
At mama’s funeral | |
And my family made me proud | |
Cause when the cryin got loud | |
The laughter followed close behind | |
Daddy’d say “now don’t all remember the time…” | |
Tables set up all over the place | |
Covered with pictures, candles and lace | |
The Quik Sack stayed open late | |
Sold out of all their cups and paper plates | |
To the strangers that gathered up on the hill | |
For mama’s funeral | |
All the pretty flowers planted by her hands | |
Her guitar in a corner sittin on a stand | |
Nah nah nah nah… |
Nah nah nah nah | |
At mama' s funeral, organs didn' t play | |
But you could hear the lonesome sway | |
Of the local guitar man | |
He played | |
Hank Williams songs | |
We all did ' | |
Farther Along' | |
The boys drank beer out by the barn | |
At mama' s funeral | |
Oh the birds showed up to sing | |
As we gathered round the ole porch swing | |
Where her feet had worn the paint off the boards | |
And her pillow sat all faded and torn | |
Her children all took turns | |
Trying to find the words | |
Just wantin to say something right | |
Bout the best friend they' d found in life | |
And explain it to the nurses that came from the hospital | |
To mama' s funeral | |
It was surprising to me, thought it' d be as hard as it could be | |
But everybody took a little piece of pain | |
And they spread it round like summer rain | |
And it helped to ease the load | |
More than | |
I could' ve known | |
At mama' s funeral | |
And my family made me proud | |
Cause when the cryin got loud | |
The laughter followed close behind | |
Daddy' d say " now don' t all remember the time" | |
Tables set up all over the place | |
Covered with pictures, candles and lace | |
The Quik Sack stayed open late | |
Sold out of all their cups and paper plates | |
To the strangers that gathered up on the hill | |
For mama' s funeral | |
All the pretty flowers planted by her hands | |
Her guitar in a corner sittin on a stand | |
Nah nah nah nah |
Nah nah nah nah | |
At mama' s funeral, organs didn' t play | |
But you could hear the lonesome sway | |
Of the local guitar man | |
He played | |
Hank Williams songs | |
We all did ' | |
Farther Along' | |
The boys drank beer out by the barn | |
At mama' s funeral | |
Oh the birds showed up to sing | |
As we gathered round the ole porch swing | |
Where her feet had worn the paint off the boards | |
And her pillow sat all faded and torn | |
Her children all took turns | |
Trying to find the words | |
Just wantin to say something right | |
Bout the best friend they' d found in life | |
And explain it to the nurses that came from the hospital | |
To mama' s funeral | |
It was surprising to me, thought it' d be as hard as it could be | |
But everybody took a little piece of pain | |
And they spread it round like summer rain | |
And it helped to ease the load | |
More than | |
I could' ve known | |
At mama' s funeral | |
And my family made me proud | |
Cause when the cryin got loud | |
The laughter followed close behind | |
Daddy' d say " now don' t all remember the time" | |
Tables set up all over the place | |
Covered with pictures, candles and lace | |
The Quik Sack stayed open late | |
Sold out of all their cups and paper plates | |
To the strangers that gathered up on the hill | |
For mama' s funeral | |
All the pretty flowers planted by her hands | |
Her guitar in a corner sittin on a stand | |
Nah nah nah nah |