Key: Bb (Capo 3rd fret and play in G)
[G]She grew up plain and simple in a [C]farming town.
Her [D]daddy played the fiddle and used to do the calling when they [G]had hoedowns.
She says the [Em]neighbors would come and they'd move all my grandma's [C]furniture 'round.
And there'd be [D]twenty or more there on the old wooden floor dancin' to a[G] country sound.
[G]The Carters and Jimmy Rodgers played her [C]favourite songs.
And on [D]Saturday nights there was a radio show and she would [G]sing along.
And I'll [Em]never forget her face when she rev[C]ealed to me,
That she'd dreamed about [D]singing at The Grand Ol' [G]Opry.
[G]Her eyes, oh, how they sparkled when she [C]sang those songs.
While she was [D]hanging the clothes on the line, I was a kid just a [G]hummin' along.
Well, I'd be [Em]playing in the grass, to her, what might've seemed, o[C]bliviously,
But there [D]ain't no doubt about it: she sure made her [G]mark on me.
An' she [G]played old gospel records on the [C]phonograph.
She [D]turned them up loud and we'd sing along, but those [G]days have passed.
Just [Em]now that I am older it [C]occurs to me,
That I was [D]singing in the grandest op[G]ry.
CHORUS:
And we sang [G]Sweet Rose of Sharon, [C]Abide With Me,
'Til I [D]ride The Gospel Ship to Heaven's [G]Jubilee.
And In[Em] That Great Triumphant Morning my[C] soul will be free,
And My[D] Burdens Will Be Lifted when my Saviour's face I[G] see.
So I Don't W[G]ant to Get Adjusted to[C] This World below,
But I k[D]now He'll Pilot Me 'til it comes [G]time to go.
Oh, no[Em]thing on this earth is half as de[C]ar to me,
As the sound of my[D] Mama's[G] Opry
INSTRUMENTAL
(Chorus)
[G]She grew up plain and simple in a [C]farming town.
Her [D]daddy played the fiddle and used to do the calling when they [G]had hoedowns.
She says the [Em]neighbors would come and they'd move all my grandma's [C]furniture 'round.
And there'd be [D]twenty or more there on the old wooden floor dancin' to a[G] country sound.
[G]The Carters and Jimmy Rodgers played her [C]favourite songs.
And on [D]Saturday nights there was a radio show and she would [G]sing along.
And I'll [Em]never forget her face when she rev[C]ealed to me,
That she'd dreamed about [D]singing at The Grand Ol' [G]Opry.
[G]Her eyes, oh, how they sparkled when she [C]sang those songs.
While she was [D]hanging the clothes on the line, I was a kid just a [G]hummin' along.
Well, I'd be [Em]playing in the grass, to her, what might've seemed, o[C]bliviously,
But there [D]ain't no doubt about it: she sure made her [G]mark on me.
An' she [G]played old gospel records on the [C]phonograph.
She [D]turned them up loud and we'd sing along, but those [G]days have passed.
Just [Em]now that I am older it [C]occurs to me,
That I was [D]singing in the grandest op[G]ry.
CHORUS:
And we sang [G]Sweet Rose of Sharon, [C]Abide With Me,
'Til I [D]ride The Gospel Ship to Heaven's [G]Jubilee.
And In[Em] That Great Triumphant Morning my[C] soul will be free,
And My[D] Burdens Will Be Lifted when my Saviour's face I[G] see.
So I Don't W[G]ant to Get Adjusted to[C] This World below,
But I k[D]now He'll Pilot Me 'til it comes [G]time to go.
Oh, no[Em]thing on this earth is half as de[C]ar to me,
As the sound of my[D] Mama's[G] Opry
INSTRUMENTAL
(Chorus)
