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GShe grew up plain and simple in a Cfarming town.
Her Ddaddy played the fiddle and used to do the calling when they Ghad hoedowns.
She says the Emneighbors would come and they'd move all my grandma's Cfurniture 'round.
And there'd be Dtwenty or more there on the old wooden floor dancin' to aG country sound.
GThe Carters and Jimmy Rodgers played her Cfavourite songs.
And on DSaturday nights there was a radio show and she would Gsing along.
And I'll Emnever forget her face when she revCealed to me,
That she'd dreamed about Dsinging at The Grand Ol' GOpry.
GHer eyes, oh, how they sparkled when she Csang those songs.
While she was Dhanging the clothes on the line, I was a kid just a Ghummin' along.
Well, I'd be Emplaying in the grass, to her, what might've seemed, oCbliviously,
But there Dain't no doubt about it: she sure made her Gmark on me.
An' she Gplayed old gospel records on the Cphonograph.
She Dturned them up loud and we'd sing along, but those Gdays have passed.
Just Emnow that I am older it Coccurs to me,
That I was Dsinging in the grandest opGry.
And we sang GSweet Rose of Sharon, CAbide With Me,
'Til I Dride The Gospel Ship to Heaven's GJubilee.
And In That GrEmeat Triumphant Morning my soul wiCll be free,
And My BurdensD Will Be Lifted when my Saviour's face I see. G
So I Don't WGant to Get Adjusted toC This World below,
But I kDnow He'll Pilot Me 'til it comes Gtime to go.
Oh, nothing onEm this earth is half as dear to meC,
As the sound of my Mama's DOpry G
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