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Well a big cardboard suitcase and a four-year old buick
Well aint's this a hell of a life
A hot Texas farm road and some quality foot wear
And me with three kids and a wife



Well, Rose, it ain't easy, cause I do get lonesome

Often times in my memories I wondered again
To the little old church by the road
I could see the dear people and hear them so plain
Singing songs of that blessed dear Lord
I could hear my dear mother as she formidably prayed
Blessed Jesus help me carry my load
She was never downhearted never dismayed
In that little old church by the road

There's an old church so dear, standing lonesome and still
And in memory it's still to me
A place still so sweet for I heard as a boy
The old hymn Near my God to thee

Oh, the wonderful, beautiful memories untold
Oh, the m-e-m-o-r-i-e-s, untold
Of an old fashioned church, yes Oak Grove Church of old

God He sent a loving angel
And he called our darling home
For he needed another flower
To bloom around the shining throne

But we know that he is happy
Since he left this world below
For he saw his home in heaven

Who can tell just how it starts
Angry words and broken hearts
Till silently we sit apart
You and I
But in awhile the anger's gone
And we forget who's right or wrong
Then one of us will end it all
With just a smile