Song Lyrics
But all he ever got was a badland farm and seven hungry mouths to feed, i ve been rocked to sleep many a night to the tune of what a friend
Rock of ages cleft for me let me hide myself in thee, of the old homeplace where i grew up of the days both good and bad
By then dad s hair was turning grey and i had to be mama s little man, my overalls were hand-me-downs shoes full of holes Bill, and i think those were the greatest days of all when mama sang a song
by then dad s hair was turning grey and i had to be mama s little man
Cause when all the things went wrong, by then dad s hair was turning grey and i had to be mama s little man
what a friend we have in jesus
I ve seen the nights when my daddy would cry, and yet and somehow our homefire never flickered once, i guess the old house is still standin i don t go back much anymore
But all he ever got was a badland farm and seven hungry mouths to feed, i ve been rocked to sleep many a night to the tune of what a friend
I get to thinkin lotta times about when i was a lad, but all he ever got was a badland farm and seven hungry mouths to feed
I guess the old house is still standin i don t go back much anymore, no voice is left to fill those halls no steps to grace the floor
And yet and somehow our homefire never flickered once, and yet and somehow our homefire never flickered once, i ve seen the nights when my daddy would cry
Morning come rock of ages it gently wake me once again, but i ll always believe that this old world is a whole lot better place
And i always felt that maybe our home was blessed, because one time my mama sang a song precious mem ries flood my soul
morning come rock of ages it gently wake me once again
Mama took the hymn book down and mama sang a song, of the old homeplace where i grew up of the days both good and bad
no voice is left to fill those halls no steps to grace the floor
I get to thinkin lotta times about when i was a lad, of the old homeplace where i grew up of the days both good and bad
no voice is left to fill those halls no steps to grace the floor
I ve been rocked to sleep many a night to the tune of what a friend, but i ll always believe that this old world is a whole lot better place
I ve seen the nights when my daddy would cry, i get to thinkin lotta times about when i was a lad Bill, by then dad s hair was turning grey and i had to be mama s little man
Sister left home first i guess then bob and tommy and dan, for you see mama sings in heaven now round god s golden throne, what a friend we have in jesus
By then dad s hair was turning grey and i had to be mama s little man, for you see mama sings in heaven now round god s golden throne
mama took the hymn book down and mama sang a song
By then dad s hair was turning grey and i had to be mama s little man, but it seemed that when dad grew weak mom s faith grew strong, mama took the hymn book down and mama sang a song
I guess the old house is still standin i don t go back much anymore, for the things that his family would need, of the old homeplace where i grew up of the days both good and bad
And i always felt that maybe our home was blessed, then daddy d reach up and take the bible down and he d read it read it loud and strong
And i always felt that maybe our home was blessed, but it seemed that when dad grew weak mom s faith grew strong Song, no voice is left to fill those halls no steps to grace the floor
and i always felt that maybe our home was blessed
Of the old homeplace where i grew up of the days both good and bad, morning come rock of ages it gently wake me once again Song, and i always felt that maybe our home was blessed
but all he ever got was a badland farm and seven hungry mouths to feed
No voice is left to fill those halls no steps to grace the floor, for you see mama sings in heaven now round god s golden throne, sister left home first i guess then bob and tommy and dan
and i always felt that maybe our home was blessed
For the things that his family would need, my overalls were hand-me-downs shoes full of holes
And yet and somehow our homefire never flickered once, sister left home first i guess then bob and tommy and dan, and yet and somehow our homefire never flickered once
i ve seen the nights when my daddy would cry
but i ll always believe that this old world is a whole lot better place
and yet and somehow our homefire never flickered once
For you see mama sings in heaven now round god s golden throne, what a friend we have in jesus, cause when all the things went wrong
Morning come rock of ages it gently wake me once again, by then dad s hair was turning grey and i had to be mama s little man, but it seemed that when dad grew weak mom s faith grew strong
And yet and somehow our homefire never flickered once, by then dad s hair was turning grey and i had to be mama s little man
i guess the old house is still standin i don t go back much anymore
mama took the hymn book down and mama sang a song
Morning come rock of ages it gently wake me once again, sister left home first i guess then bob and tommy and dan
I guess the old house is still standin i don t go back much anymore, mama took the hymn book down and mama sang a song
Then daddy d reach up and take the bible down and he d read it read it loud and strong, of the old homeplace where i grew up of the days both good and bad, and yet and somehow our homefire never flickered once
When daddy d say mama sing a song, when daddy d say mama sing a song, sister left home first i guess then bob and tommy and dan