Old pictures kept in a tattered cardboard box
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And after church on Sunday it was a crazy thing to watch
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How we'd gather 'round the table like pieces of a puzzle that didn't fit
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I don't believe there was one memory that my momma could not relive
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She has old dreams and new hopes
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Worn out quilts and jump ropes from days gone by
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She has old dreams and new hopes
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Cold hands, warm heart and a faith that just won't die
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When everyone had gone to bed, my dad was in the kitchen eatin' pie
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He's listening to his radio, I don't believe I ever saw my daddy cry
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Put behind his days of drinkin', but I do believe that the bottle took its toll
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Now he needs his nights for thinkin' cause his heart just can't admit he's growing old
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He has old dreams and new hopes
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Worn out books and a pack of smokes to get him by
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He has old dreams and new hopes
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Good jokes, strong coffee and a heart that just won't die
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I can see him in the kitchen fast asleep with the morning coming on
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And my momma's sleeping peacfully with her crucifix and her pictures all around
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She'll be up before he notices making eggs and bacon for his day
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He'll warm up his cup of coffee, get a hug and be on his way
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They have old dreams and new hopes
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Nine children and a house in the woods to get them by
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They have old dreams and new hopes
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Faced the hard times together with a love that just won't die
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No, it just won't die
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Just won't die
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Old Dreams And New Hopes
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| Bill Miller |
