Early Sunday mornin'
In the mountains back home
I'd wake up to the sound
Of the radio on
And when I'd hear my daddy
I'd turn it up loud
The songs he was singin'
Would make me feel proud
He'd make his own music
On a Martin guitar
The words he was singing
Were straight from his heart
They were not complicated
But as plain as could be
Like, "Thank You, Lord
Form Your blessings on me"
Straight from his heart
And into my life
Helping to teach me
What's wrong and what's right
Spoken in love
They were words to live by
Straight from his heart
And into my life
In the mountains back home
I'd wake up to the sound
Of the radio on
And when I'd hear my daddy
I'd turn it up loud
The songs he was singin'
Would make me feel proud
He'd make his own music
On a Martin guitar
The words he was singing
Were straight from his heart
They were not complicated
But as plain as could be
Like, "Thank You, Lord
Form Your blessings on me"
Straight from his heart
And into my life
Helping to teach me
What's wrong and what's right
Spoken in love
They were words to live by
Straight from his heart
And into my life
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