Buck Owens and the Buckaroos - Dust on mothers bible

^CThere's dust on ^G7mother's ^CBible Its ^Fcover's worn with ^Cage

And ^Fthough it's old and ^Cwrinkled Momma's there on ^G7ev-ery ^Cpage

The night the ^G7angels ^Ccalled her Momma ^Fcalled me to her ^Cside

And ^Fhanded me her ^CBible Said son let ^G7God be your ^Cguide

^CThere's dust on ^G7mother's ^CBible Its ^Fcover's worn with ^Cage

And ^Fthough it's old and ^Cwrinkled Momma's there on ^G7ev-ery ^Cpage

I picked ^G7up mother's old ^CBible To ^Fmy heart I pressed it ^Ctight

And ^FI heard her softly ^Cwhisper Son I'll meet you on the ^G7other ^Cside

I kissed my ^G7mother's old ^CBible And ^FI wiped away the ^Cdust

Oh ^Fyou'll never know un^Ctil she's gone How you'll miss your ^G7mother's ^Clove

^CThere's dust on ^G7mother's ^CBible Its ^Fcover's worn with ^Cage

And ^Fthough it's old and ^Cwrinkled Momma's there on ^G7ev-ery ^Cpage