Hank Snow - My mother

There are ^E7friends who will ^Awant you, but ^Djust ^Afor ^E7a ^Aday, ^E7There are ^Dpals you t^Ahink ^E7true, ^Abut they’ll ^Dcast ^Ayou a^A7way. But there’s ^Aone loving ^Dsoul boy, I'd ^Bmsure recom^Amend, Through this whole world of ^Asor-^F#mrow, she'll be ^E7true to the ^Aend.

^E7Moth-^F#mer, though her ^Ahands are all ^F#mwrin-^Dkled and ^E7old, ^DMoth-^Bmer, silver ^Dhair that has ^F#mlost all the ^Agold. You l^Aeft her alone, went to ^Droam through the years, But ^Bmall that you left her, were ^E7hearta^Aches and tears. So kiss her old brow, whisper ^Dsoftly and ^F#mtrue, ^E7Moth-er, ^Dmyou're just an angel, and ^E7I, ^Bmlove, ^Ayou.

On the ^E7door of a ^Acottage, a ^Dwreath ^Asad-^E7ly ^Ahung, ^E7And a ^Dhearse stood t^Ahere wai^E7ting, as the ^Achoir ^Dsoft^Aly ^A7sung. There were ^Aflowers in their ^Dbeauty, and the old ^Bmparson he ^Aprayed, This was the last ^Atrib^F#mute, as they ^E7left for her ^Agrave.

She won't ^E7meet you to^Anight son, when ^Dyou ^Acrave ^E7her car^Aess, ^E7She has ^Draised you to ^Amanh^E7ood and, now y^Aou've ^Dlaid ^Aher to ^A7rest. Those ^Aflowers in their ^Dbeauty, ahhh, to her ^Bmthey're un^Aknown. Cause tonight she's with the ^Aang^F#mels, up a^E7round Gods' great ^Athrone.

So don't ^E7wait that ^Alate son, to ^Dtry ^Aand ^E7re-^Apay, ^E7Give those ^Dflowers and ^Agive those ^E7trea^Asures, and ^Dgive ^Athem tod^A7ay. Let her know ^Athat you ^Dlove her and, show ^Bmher that you ^Acare. Cause she's your ^Amother, God ^F#mlove her, she's as ^E7true as a ^Aprayer.

So ^Akiss her old brow, whisper ^Dsoftly and true; ^E7Moth-er, ^Dmyou're just an angel, and ^E7I, ^Bmlove, ^Ayou.