Summer Sunday evening, around the old home place Well, I would play my guitar and sister sang along Sister's smile would always light up my Daddy's face And when they'd get to dancing, well they'd dance all night till dawn And I would sing one for sister Play one for Papa, moan one for mama Then I'd cry one for you. Mama liked the slow ones and she'd shuffle 'cross the floor Sister liked the fast ones, Lord she could step so high And I'd see my Daddy dancing, till he could dance no more And when I'd play a sad song, well he would start to cry
And I would sing one for sister Play one for Papa, moan one for mama Then I'd cry one for you. Now it's just me and this old guitar I've no place to call my own Mamma and Papa have pa**ed away and sister has settled down Now you ran off and left me to live here all alone So I will sing these sad old songs as I am leaving town And I would sing one for sister Play one for Papa, moan one for mama Then I'd cry one for you. And I would sing one for sister Play one for Papa, moan one for mama Then I'd cry one for you.