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A hundred year old photograph stares out from a frame
And if you look real close you'll see, our eyes are just the
same
I never met them face to face but I still know them well
From the stories my dear grandma-ma tells

Elijah was a farmer he knew how to make things grow
And Fanny vowed she'd follow him where ever he would
go
As things turned out they never left their small Kentucky
farm
But he kept her fed and she kept him warm

Chorus:

They're my guardian angels and I know they can see
Every step I take they are watching over me
I might not know where I'm going but I'm sure where I
come from
They're my guardian angels, and I'm their special one

Sometimes when I'm tired I feel Elijah take my arm
He says, "People doing hard work never did a body harm"
And when I'm really troubled and I don't know what to do
Fanny whispers, "Just do your best, we're awful proud of
you"

Repeat Chorus

A hundred year old photograph stares out from a frame
And if you look real close you'll see our eyes are just the
same

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