Family Album - David Allan Coe
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
It's 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
