S he grew up plain and simple in a f arming town.
Her d addy played the fiddle and used to do the calling when they h ad hoedowns.
She says the n eighbors would come and they'd move all my grandma's f urniture 'round.
And there'd be t wenty or more there on the old wooden floor dancin' to a country sound.
T he Carters and Jimmy Rodgers played her f avourite songs.
And on S aturday nights there was a radio show and she would s ing along.
And I'll n ever forget her face when she reve aled to me
That she'd dreamed about s inging at The Grand Ol' O pry.
H er eyes oh how they sparkled when she s ang those songs.
While she was h anging the clothes on the line I was a kid just a h ummin' along.
Well I'd be p laying in the grass to her what might've seemed ob liviously
But there a in't no doubt about it: she sure made her m ark on me.
An' she p layed old gospel records on the p honograph.
She t urned them up loud and we'd sing along but those d ays have passed.
Just n ow that I am older it o ccurs to me
That I was s inging in the grandest opr y.
And we sang S weet Rose of Sharon A bide With Me
'Til I r ide The Gospel Ship to Heaven's J ubilee.
And In That Gre at Triumphant Morning my soul wil l be free
And My Burdens Will Be Lifted when my Saviour's face I see.
So I Don't Wa nt to Get Adjusted to This World below
But I kn ow He'll Pilot Me 'til it comes t ime to go.
Oh nothing on this earth is half as dear to me
As the sound of my Mama's O pry
(Instrumental)
And we sang S weet Rose of Sharon A bide With Me
'Til I r ide The Gospel Ship to Heaven's J ubilee.
And In That Gre at Triumphant Morning my soul wil l be free
And My Burdens Will Be Lifted when my Saviour's face I see.
So I Don't Wa nt to Get Adjusted to This World below
But I kn ow He'll Pilot Me 'til it comes t ime to go.
Oh nothing on this earth is half as dear to me
As the sound of my Mama's O pry
