Iris Dement - Mamas opry

^GShe grew up plain and simple in a f^Carming town. Her d^Daddy played the fiddle and used to do the calling when they h^Gad hoedowns. She says the n^Emeighbors would come and they'd move all my grandma's f^Curniture 'round. And there'd be t^Dwenty or more there on the old w^Dooden floor dancin' to a country sound.

^GThe Carters and Jimmy Rodgers played her f^Cavourite songs. And on S^Daturday nights there was a radio show an^Gd she would sing along. And I^Em'll never forget her f^Cace when she revealed to me, That she'd d^Greamed about singing at The Gr^Dand Old Opr^Gy.

^GHer eyes, oh, how they sparkled when she s^Cang those songs. While she was ^Dhanging the clothes on the line, I was a kid jus^Gt a hummin' along. Well, I'd be p^Emlaying in the grass, to her, what^C might be, obliviously, But there ain^C't no doubt about it: sh^De sure made her mark on me.

AnD she playe^Gd old gospel rec^Cords on the phonograph. S^Dhe turned them up loud and we'd sing along,^G but those days have passed. J^Emust now that I^C am older it occurs to me, That I was si^Gnging in th^De g^Grandest opry.

A^Dnd we sang S^Gweet Rose of Sh^Caron, Abide With Me, 'Til^D I ride The Gospel Ship ^Gto Heaven's Jubilee. And In T^Emhat Great Triumphant^C Morning my soul will be free, And My Burde^Amns Will Be Lifted when m^Dy Saviour's face I see.

So I Don'^Gt Want to Get Adjusted^C to This World below, But^D I know He'll Pilot Me 't^Gil it comes time to go. Oh, not^Emhing on this earth^C is half as dear to me, As the s^Gound of ^Dmy Mama's^G Opry

A^Dnd we sa^Gng Sweet Rose of^C Sharon, Abide With Me, 'Til^D I ride The Gospel Ship ^Gto Heaven's Jubilee. And In T^Emhat Great Triumphan^Ct Morning my soul will be free, And My B^Curdens Will Be Lifted when m^Dy Saviour's face I see.

So I Don^G't Want to Get Adjuste^Cd to This World below, But I k^Dnow He'll Pilot Me 't^Gil it comes time to go. Oh^Em, nothing on this earth^C is half as dear to me, As the so^Gund of my M^Dama's Opr^Gy