Daddy had a red pickup Loaded up the watermelons and Drove out to old Iron Mountain Three hundred sixty-five miles to Hall Mill Road
Every Sunday momma said a prayer For the old man in the rocking chair Called out to me and my brother She said remember the life you save may be your own
I'm goin' home where the angels are singin' momma Up from the old wooden house, rain is fallin' I hear the sweet bye and bye, boys are cryin' Momma done told me the life you save may be your own
Livin' in an old cracker house Right along that dirt road and we'd Work 'til we heard momma holler She said daddy's goin' make sure we reap just what we sow
Momma loved to sing a song or two Swingin' on that front porch and she'd Call out for an invocation And when she hit the refrain we'd join right in
I'm goin' home where the angels are singin' momma Up from the old wooden house, rain is fallin' I hear the sweet bye and bye, boys are cryin' Momma done told me the life you save may be your own
Momma stood up from the rocking chair She waved the dogs away and she Ambled inside very slowly Well I'll never forget when I heard her call my name
Runnin' up the steps I found that she'd Fallen on the kitchen floor and she Murmured she'd like Coca-Cola The last words that she heard me say were "bye momma"
I'm goin' home where the angels are singin' momma Up from the old wooden house, rain is fallin' I hear the sweet bye and bye, boys are cryin' Momma done told me the life you save may be your ownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
