(Written by Bill Anderson)
(God put a song in the heart of an Angel,)
(And softly she sang it to me.)
I get to thinking lots of times
About back when I was a lad
Of the old home-place where I growed up;
Of the days both good and bad
My overalls was hand-me-downs
Y shoes was full of holes
And I used to walk four miles to school every day
Through the rain and the sleet and the cold
I've seen the nights when my daddy would cry
For the things that his family would need
But all he ever got was a bad-lands farm
And seven hungry mouths to feed
And yet, and yet out home-fire never flickered once
'Cause when all these things went wrong
Mama took the hymn-book down
And mama sang a song
(What a friend we have in Jesus.)
(God put a song in the heart of an Angel,)
(And softly she sang it to me.)
I get to thinking lots of times
About back when I was a lad
Of the old home-place where I growed up;
Of the days both good and bad
My overalls was hand-me-downs
Y shoes was full of holes
And I used to walk four miles to school every day
Through the rain and the sleet and the cold
I've seen the nights when my daddy would cry
For the things that his family would need
But all he ever got was a bad-lands farm
And seven hungry mouths to feed
And yet, and yet out home-fire never flickered once
'Cause when all these things went wrong
Mama took the hymn-book down
And mama sang a song
(What a friend we have in Jesus.)
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