歌曲 | Mama's Opry |
歌手 | Iris DeMent |
专辑 | Infamous Angel |
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作词 : Dement | |
She grew up plain and simple in a farming town | |
Her daddy played the fiddle and used to do the calling when they had hoe-downs | |
She says the neighbors would come and they'd move all my grandma's furniture 'round | |
And there'd be twenty or more there on the old wooden floor dancin' to a country sound | |
The Carters and Jimmy Rodgers played her favorite songs | |
And on Saturday nights there was a radio show and she would sing along | |
And I'll never forget her face when she revealed to me | |
That she'd dreamed about singing at The Grand Ol' Opry | |
Her eyes, oh, how they sparkled when she sang those songs | |
While she was hanging the clothes on the line, I was a kid just a-hummin' along | |
Well, I'd be playing in the grass, to her, what might've seemed, obliviously | |
But there ain't no doubt about it, she sure made her mark on me | |
And she played old gospel records on the phonograph | |
She turned them up loud and we'd sing along, but those days have passed | |
Just now, that I am older, it occurs to me | |
That I was singing in the grandest opry | |
And we sang sweet rose of Sharon, abide with me | |
'Til I ride the gospel ship to heaven's jubilee | |
And in that great triumphant morning my soul will be free | |
And my burdens will be lifted when my savior's face I see | |
So I don't want to get adjusted to this world below | |
But I know he'll pilot me 'til it comes time to go | |
Oh, nothing on this earth is half as dear to me | |
As the sound of my mama's opry | |
And we sang sweet rose of Sharon, abide with me | |
'Til I ride the gospel ship to heaven's jubilee | |
And in that great triumphant morning my soul will be free | |
And my burdens will be lifted when my savior's face I see | |
So I don't want to get adjusted to this world below | |
But I know he'll pilot me 'til it comes time to go | |
Oh, nothing on this earth is half as dear to me | |
As the sound of my mama's opry |
zuo ci : Dement | |
She grew up plain and simple in a farming town | |
Her daddy played the fiddle and used to do the calling when they had hoedowns | |
She says the neighbors would come and they' d move all my grandma' s furniture ' round | |
And there' d be twenty or more there on the old wooden floor dancin' to a country sound | |
The Carters and Jimmy Rodgers played her favorite songs | |
And on Saturday nights there was a radio show and she would sing along | |
And I' ll never forget her face when she revealed to me | |
That she' d dreamed about singing at The Grand Ol' Opry | |
Her eyes, oh, how they sparkled when she sang those songs | |
While she was hanging the clothes on the line, I was a kid just ahummin' along | |
Well, I' d be playing in the grass, to her, what might' ve seemed, obliviously | |
But there ain' t no doubt about it, she sure made her mark on me | |
And she played old gospel records on the phonograph | |
She turned them up loud and we' d sing along, but those days have passed | |
Just now, that I am older, it occurs to me | |
That I was singing in the grandest opry | |
And we sang sweet rose of Sharon, abide with me | |
' Til I ride the gospel ship to heaven' s jubilee | |
And in that great triumphant morning my soul will be free | |
And my burdens will be lifted when my savior' s face I see | |
So I don' t want to get adjusted to this world below | |
But I know he' ll pilot me ' til it comes time to go | |
Oh, nothing on this earth is half as dear to me | |
As the sound of my mama' s opry | |
And we sang sweet rose of Sharon, abide with me | |
' Til I ride the gospel ship to heaven' s jubilee | |
And in that great triumphant morning my soul will be free | |
And my burdens will be lifted when my savior' s face I see | |
So I don' t want to get adjusted to this world below | |
But I know he' ll pilot me ' til it comes time to go | |
Oh, nothing on this earth is half as dear to me | |
As the sound of my mama' s opry |
zuò cí : Dement | |
She grew up plain and simple in a farming town | |
Her daddy played the fiddle and used to do the calling when they had hoedowns | |
She says the neighbors would come and they' d move all my grandma' s furniture ' round | |
And there' d be twenty or more there on the old wooden floor dancin' to a country sound | |
The Carters and Jimmy Rodgers played her favorite songs | |
And on Saturday nights there was a radio show and she would sing along | |
And I' ll never forget her face when she revealed to me | |
That she' d dreamed about singing at The Grand Ol' Opry | |
Her eyes, oh, how they sparkled when she sang those songs | |
While she was hanging the clothes on the line, I was a kid just ahummin' along | |
Well, I' d be playing in the grass, to her, what might' ve seemed, obliviously | |
But there ain' t no doubt about it, she sure made her mark on me | |
And she played old gospel records on the phonograph | |
She turned them up loud and we' d sing along, but those days have passed | |
Just now, that I am older, it occurs to me | |
That I was singing in the grandest opry | |
And we sang sweet rose of Sharon, abide with me | |
' Til I ride the gospel ship to heaven' s jubilee | |
And in that great triumphant morning my soul will be free | |
And my burdens will be lifted when my savior' s face I see | |
So I don' t want to get adjusted to this world below | |
But I know he' ll pilot me ' til it comes time to go | |
Oh, nothing on this earth is half as dear to me | |
As the sound of my mama' s opry | |
And we sang sweet rose of Sharon, abide with me | |
' Til I ride the gospel ship to heaven' s jubilee | |
And in that great triumphant morning my soul will be free | |
And my burdens will be lifted when my savior' s face I see | |
So I don' t want to get adjusted to this world below | |
But I know he' ll pilot me ' til it comes time to go | |
Oh, nothing on this earth is half as dear to me | |
As the sound of my mama' s opry |