| Seven years old upon my knees
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| On the third row pew, trying to see
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| My grandmamma sing In the Sweet By and By
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| It wasn’t the sweetest soundin' thing
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| But there’s somethin' about when grandmamma sang
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| That moved your feet, stirred something up inside
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| To see her grin from ear to ear
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| One thing for sure was very clear
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| This wasn’t just a song
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| It was her life
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| In the sweet by and by
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| We shall meet on that beautiful shore
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| In the sweet by and by
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| We shall meet on that beautiful shore
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| Now times have changed to say the least
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| My grandmamma’s voice, a memory
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| Just like the old song said, she’s on that shore
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| And she’s looking down on me
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| I hope she’s proud of what she sees
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| Cause thanks to her I’m walkin' with the Lord
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| Oh to hear her once again
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| Wrap herself around that hymn
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| Lord, If I could just go back once more
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| There’s a land that is fairer than day
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| By faith we can see it afar
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| For the Father waits over the way
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| To prepare us a dwelling place there
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| Oh I can hear her singing along |