David Allan Coe

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  • David Allan Coe Family Album Lyrics

           

    On Sunday after church there'd always be a picnic

    There'd be kinfolks callin' until dawn

    Me I'd play the guitar and my Uncle Merle would sing

    And grandpa he'd play that fiddle all night long

    Now the women folk they would work out in the kitchen

    You could smell that food for miles and miles around

    Paw he was prayin' my brother Jack would bring him down some moonshine

    Just so's that he could warsh those viddle down

    As soon as all the kids got tired of playin' horseshoes

    Mama she'd call me over to her side

    You know she'd say I'd like to take some pictures

    You could see her face light up with pride

    And then she'd bring out that worn out family album

    Its faded pictures some with corners torn

    She'd laugh and poin and tell me funny stories

    And look she'd say why that's the day that you were born

    And I'd sit and reminisce each picture with her

    And I'd listen to her laughter and her sighs

    But underneath I knew how much I'd hurt her

    For I'd put teardrops in my mama's eyes



    In my mama's eyes I've never done a wrong thing

    I was still a baby in my mama's eyes

    That old family album she'll keep on her night stand

    Right next to the Bible until the day she dies



    Through all those years in prison she stuck by me

    And she came to visit anytime she could

    Well I remember at my trial when she testified she loved me

    And she told the judge I'd always been so good

    Then later through the fame she watched me blossom

    From just a local country singer to a great big star

    She listened to all my records for the hidden meanings

    And she came to hear me sing in all those dim lit bars

    And she read all the things they wrote about me

    But she knew deep in her heart that it was lies

    No she don't hide her head in shame when someone says my name

    You'll find no teardrops in my mama's eyes

    In my mama's eyes...

    Right next to the Bible until the day she dies



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