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    David Allan Coe / Lyrics

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    "Family Album" Lyrics

    David Allan Coe

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    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 wash 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 point 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, 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
    Right next to the Bible until the day she dies
    This song was submitted on July 22nd, 2015 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by David Allan Coe.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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