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