Nah nah nah nah¡¦
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At mama¡¯s funeral, organs didn¡¯t play
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But you could hear the lonesome sway
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Of the local guitar man
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He played Hank Williams songs
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We all did ¡®Farther Along¡¯
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The boys drank beer out by the barn
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At mama¡¯s funeral
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Oh the birds showed up to sing
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As we gathered round the ole porch swing
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Where her feet had worn the paint off the boards
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And her pillow sat all faded and torn
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Her children all took turns
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Trying to find the words
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Just wantin to say something right
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Bout the best friend they¡¯d found in life
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And explain it to the nurses that came from the hospital
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To mama¡¯s funeral
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It was surprising to me, thought it¡¯d be as hard as it could be
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But everybody took a little piece of pain
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And they spread it round like summer rain
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And it helped to ease the load
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More than I could¡¯ve known
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At mama¡¯s funeral
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And my family made me proud
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Cause when the cryin got loud
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The laughter followed close behind
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Daddy¡¯d say ¡°now don¡¯t all remember the time¡¦¡±
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Tables set up all over the place
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Covered with pictures, candles and lace
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The Quik Sack stayed open late
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Sold out of all their cups and paper plates
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To the strangers that gathered up on the hill
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For mama¡¯s funeral
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All the pretty flowers planted by her hands
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Her guitar in a corner sittin on a stand
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Nah nah nah nah¡¦
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Mama's Funeral
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Elizabeth Cook |