| I get to thinkin' lotta times about 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 shoes full of holes
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| I used to walk four miles to school every day through the rain the sleet and
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| 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 somehow our homefire never flickered once
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| Cause when all the 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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| Morning come Rock of Ages it gently wake me once again
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| Then daddy’d reach up and take the Bible down and he’d read it Read it loud and strong
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| And I always felt that maybe our home was blessed
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| When daddy’d say mama sing a song
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| Sister left home first I guess then Bob and Tommy and Dan
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| By then dad’s hair was turning grey and I had to be mama’s little man
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| But it seemed that when dad grew weak mom’s faith grew strong
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| And I think 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 old house is still standin' I don’t go back much anymore
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| No voice is left to fill those halls no steps to grace the floor
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| For you see mama sings in heaven now round God’s golden throne
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| But I’ll always believe that this old world is a whole lot better place
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| Because one time my mama sang a song (precious mem’ries flood my soul) |