| You know I get to thinking a lotta times about back when I was a boy
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| 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 they were 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 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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| Oh 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 why it would wake me gently once again
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| And then dad he’d 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 home was blessed
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| When daddy would say mama sing a song
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| Let see sister left home first I guess
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| And there was Bob and then Tommy and at last was Dan
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| By then dad’s hair was turning white and I had to be my mama’s little man
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| But it seemed that as daddy’s back grew weak
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| My mother’s faith just grew that much strong
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| And those were the greatest days of all it was there 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 there anymore
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| Least much no voice is left to fill those halls
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| And I bet there ain’t even no steps to grace the floor
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| Cause you see my mama sings in heaven now up around God’s golden throne
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| But I’ll always believe that this world is a better place to live
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| Because one time my mama sang a song
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| (Precious mem’ries flod my soul) |