Mama's Opry - Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, Iris DeMent

She grew up plain and simple in a farming town

Her daddy played the fiddle and used to do the calling

When they had ho-downs

She says the neighbours would come

And they’d move all my grandma’s furniture around

And there’d be twenty or more there on the old wooden floor dancing to a

country sound

The Carters and Jimmie Rodgers played her favorite songs

And on Saturday nights there was a radio show

And she would sing along

And I’ll never forget her face when she revealed to me

That she’d dreamed about singing at The Grand Old Opry

Her eyes, oh, how they sparkled when she sang those songs

While she was hanging the clothes on the line

I was a kid just a humming along

Well, I’d be playing in the grass, to her

What might have seemed, obliviously

But there ain’t no doubt about it she sure made her mark on me

And she played old gospel records on the phonograph

She turned them up loud and we’d sing along

But those days have passed

Just now that I am older it occurs to me

That I was singing in the grandest opry

And we sang Sweet Rose of Sharon, Abide With Me

Until I ride The Gospel Ship to Heaven’s Jubilee

And In That Great Triumphant Morning my soul will be free

And My Burdens Will Be Lifted when my Saviour’s face I see

So I Don’t Want to Get Adjusted to This World below

But I know He’ll Pilot Me until it comes time to go

Oh, nothing on this earth is half as dear to me

As the sound of my Mama’s Opry