I can still see mama stooped around those cotton stalks If she picked one, she picked a hundred bales Me and all my brothers would take turn about Dragging mamas sack up to the scales While little baby sister slept in peaceful sleep Mama laid her in the trailer shade Daddy was in Danville working for the railroad When he was coming home we couldnt wait . These are just some things I want to sing about Memories I cant live without Diamonds buried deep down in my mind Thoughts I cant quit thinking A fountain Ill keep drinking from And a taste thats gettin sweeter all the time [ Break] I remember thinking town was where Grandmothers lived Where brothers went to catch a bus or train A treasured thought was daddy grinnin ear to ear Every time wed hear the old Chuck Wagon Gang Among the many things I cant forget about Was seeing mama bowed in silent prayer I turned and left her slowly, without her ever knowing There was ever anybody there
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