Some Things I Want to Sing About

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 mama's 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 couldn't wait
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These are just some things I want to sing about
Memories I can't live without
Diamonds buried deep down in my mind
Thoughts I can't quit thinking
A fountain I'll keep drinking from

And a taste that's gettin' sweeter all the time

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I remember thinking town was where Grandmother's lived
Where brothers went to catch a bus or train
A treasured thought was daddy grinnin' ear to ear
Every time we'd hear the old Chuck Wagon Gang
Among the many things I can't forget about
Was seeing mama bowed in silent prayer
I turned and left her slowly, without her ever knowing
There was ever anybody there