Daddy had a red pickup
Loaded up the watermelons and
Drove out to old Iron Mountain
Three hundred sixty-five miles to Hall Mill Road
Every Sunday momma said a prayer
For the old man in the rocking chair
Called out to me and my brother
She said remember the life you save may be your own
I'm goin' home where the angels are singin' momma
Up from the old wooden house, rain is fallin'
I hear the sweet bye and bye, boys are cryin'
Momma done told me the life you save may be your own
Livin' in an old cracker house
Right along that dirt road and we'd
Work 'til we heard momma holler
She said daddy's goin' make sure we reap just what we sow
Momma loved to sing a song or two
Swingin' on that front porch and she'd
Call out for an invocation
And when she hit the refrain we'd join right in
I'm goin' home where the angels are singin' momma
Up from the old wooden house, rain is fallin'
I hear the sweet bye and bye, boys are cryin'
Momma done told me the life you save may be your own
Momma stood up from the rocking chair
She waved the dogs away and she
Ambled inside very slowly
Well I'll never forget when I heard her call my name
Runnin' up the steps I found that she'd
Fallen on the kitchen floor and she
Murmured she'd like Coca-Cola
The last words that she heard me say were "bye momma"
I'm goin' home where the angels are singin' momma
Up from the old wooden house, rain is fallin'
I hear the sweet bye and bye, boys are cryin'
Momma done told me the life you save may be your own