Family Life
I remember we'd all pile
Into that beat up Chevrolet.
Every Sunday afternoon
I can still hear papa say.
Come on kids we're going,
Ya, we're taking us a ride.
There ain't no need to push and shove,
Everyone can fit inside.
Then papa started singing
One of his old favorite songs.
We'd slap our knees and whistle
And try to sing along.
The smile on our mother's face
Was enough to make me cry.
Oh, I wonder what has happened
To that kind of family life.
We'd sit there at the table
With our head bowed down in prayer,
We never had enough
But thanked the Lord for what was there.
Then, after we had finished
Pa would bring out his guitar,
And we'd all sit there on the porch
And gaze up at the stars.
Then papa started singing
One of his old favorite songs.
We'd slap our knees and whistle
And try to sing along.
The smile on our mother's face
Was enough to make me cry.
Oh, I wonder what has happened
To that kind of family life.
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