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Mama's Opry Lyrics - Infamous Angel - Iris Dement

She grew up plain and simple in a farming town 

Her daddy played the fiddle and used to do the calling when they had hoedowns 

She says the neighbors would come and they'd move all my grandma's furniture 'round 

And there'd be twenty or more there on the old wooden floor dancin' to a country sound 

 

The Carters and Jimmy Rodgers played her favourite songs 

And on Saturday nights there was a radio show and she would sing along 

And I'll never forget her face when she revealed to me 

That she'd dreamed about singing at The Grand Ol' Opry 

 

Her eyes, oh, how they sparkled when she sang those songs 

While she was hanging the clothes on the line, I was a kid just a hummin' along 

Well, I'd be playing in the grass, to her, what might've seemed, obliviously 

But there ain't no doubt about it she sure made her mark on me 

 

An' she played old gospel records on the phonograph 

She turned them up loud and we'd sing along, but those days have passed 

Just now that I am older it occurs to me 

That I was singing in the grandest opry 

 

And we sang Sweet Rose of Sharon, Abide With Me 

'Til I ride The Gospel Ship to Heaven's Jubilee 

And In That Great Triumphant Morning my soul will be free 

And My Burdens Will Be Lifted when my Saviour's face I see 

 

So I Don't Want to Get Adjusted to This World below 

But I know He'll Pilot Me 'til it comes time to go 

Oh, nothing on this earth is half as dear to me 

As the sound of my Mama's Opry 

 

And we sang Sweet Rose of Sharon, Abide With Me 

'Til I ride The Gospel Ship to Heaven's Jubilee 

And In That Great Triumphant Morning my soul will be free 

And My Burdens Will Be Lifted when my Saviour's face I see 

 

So I Don't Want to Get Adjusted to This World below 

But I know He'll Pilot Me 'til it comes time to go 

Oh, nothing on this earth is half as dear to me 

As the sound of my Mama's Opry 

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