Текст песни Mama Sang A Song - Bill Anderson
                                                (Bill 
                                                Anderson)
 
                                    
                                
                                                (God 
                                                put 
                                                    a 
                                                song 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                heart 
                                                of 
                                                an 
                                                angel)
 
                                    
                                
                                                (And 
                                                softly 
                                                she 
                                                sang 
                                                it 
                                                to 
                                                me.)
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                get 
                                                to 
                                                thinking 
                                                lots 
                                                of 
                                                times
 
                                    
                                
                                                About 
                                                back 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                lad
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                homeplace 
                                                where 
                                                    I 
                                                grew 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                the 
                                                days 
                                                both 
                                                good 
                                                and 
                                                bad.
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                overalls 
                                                were 
                                                hand-me-downs
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                shoes 
                                                were 
                                                full 
                                                of 
                                                holes
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                walk 
                                                four 
                                                miles 
                                                to 
                                                school 
                                                every 
                                                day
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                the 
                                                rain, 
                                                the 
                                                sleet 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                cold.
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                seen 
                                                the 
                                                nights 
                                                when 
                                                my 
                                                daddy 
                                                would 
                                                cry
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                the 
                                                things 
                                                that 
                                                his 
                                                family 
                                                would 
                                                need
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                all 
                                                he 
                                                ever 
                                                got 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                badland 
                                                farm
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                seven 
                                                hungry 
                                                mouths 
                                                to 
                                                feed.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                yet, 
                                                and 
                                                yet 
                                                our 
                                                homefire 
                                                never 
                                                flickered 
                                                once
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cause 
                                                when 
                                                all 
                                                these 
                                                things 
                                                went 
                                                wrong
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mama 
                                                took 
                                                the 
                                                hymn 
                                                book 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                mama 
                                                sang 
                                                    a 
                                                song.
 
                                    
                                
                                                (What 
                                                    a 
                                                friend 
                                                we 
                                                have 
                                                in 
                                                Jesus.)
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                been 
                                                rocked 
                                                to 
                                                sleep 
                                                many 
                                                    a 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                the 
                                                tune 
                                                of 
                                                What 
                                                    a 
                                                Friend
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                come 
                                                morning 
                                                Rock 
                                                of 
                                                Ages
 
                                    
                                
                                                Would 
                                                wake 
                                                me 
                                                gently 
                                                once 
                                                again.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                daddy 
                                                would 
                                                reach 
                                                up 
                                                and 
                                                he'd 
                                                take 
                                                the 
                                                Bible 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                he'd 
                                                read 
                                                it, 
                                                read 
                                                it 
                                                loud 
                                                and 
                                                long.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                always 
                                                felt 
                                                that 
                                                maybe 
                                                our 
                                                house 
                                                was 
                                                blessed
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                daddy 
                                                would 
                                                say 
                                                mama 
                                                sing 
                                                    a 
                                                song.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sister 
                                                left 
                                                home 
                                                first 
                                                    I 
                                                guess 
                                                and 
                                                then 
                                                Bob
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                then 
                                                Tommy 
                                                and 
                                                then 
                                                Dan
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                then 
                                                dad's 
                                                hair 
                                                was 
                                                turning 
                                                white
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                had 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                mama's 
                                                little 
                                                man.
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                it 
                                                seemed 
                                                that 
                                                as 
                                                daddy's 
                                                back 
                                                grew 
                                                weak
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                mother's 
                                                faith 
                                                just 
                                                grew 
                                                strong
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                those 
                                                were 
                                                the 
                                                greatest 
                                                days 
                                                of 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                mama 
                                                sang 
                                                    a 
                                                song.
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Rock 
                                                of 
                                                ages 
                                                cleft 
                                                for 
                                                me 
                                                let 
                                                me 
                                                hide 
                                                myself 
                                                in 
                                                Thee.)
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                guess 
                                                the 
                                                house 
                                                is 
                                                still 
                                                standing
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                get 
                                                to 
                                                go 
                                                back 
                                                much 
                                                anymore
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                voice 
                                                is 
                                                left 
                                                to 
                                                fill 
                                                those 
                                                halls
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                no 
                                                steps 
                                                to 
                                                grace 
                                                the 
                                                floor.
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                you 
                                                see 
                                                my 
                                                mother 
                                                sings 
                                                in 
                                                heaven 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                Around 
                                                God's 
                                                golden 
                                                throne
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                I'll 
                                                always 
                                                believe 
                                                that 
                                                this 
                                                world 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                better 
                                                place
 
                                    
                                
                                                Because 
                                                one 
                                                time 
                                                my 
                                                mama 
                                                sang 
                                                    a 
                                                song.
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Precious 
                                                mem'ries 
                                                flod 
                                                my 
                                                soul.)...
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 The Tip Of My Fingers
2 Walk Out Backwards
3 Po' Folks
4 Mama Sang A Song
5 Still
6 8 X 10
7 Five Little Fingers
8 I Get The Fever
9 For Loving You
10 Wild Week-End
11 Happy State Of Mind
12 My Life (Throw It Away If I Want To)
13 But You Know I Love You
14 Don't She Look Good
15 If You Can Live With It (I Can Live Without It)
16 The Corner Of My Life
17 World Of Make Believe
18 Sometimes
19 Liars One, Believers Zero
20 I Can't Wait Any Longer
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