C
G7
C
A memory often comes to visit
C7
F
As I lay in my bed late at night
C
Of momma alone in the kitchen
G7
Mending clothes by a little oil light
C
G7
C
She sewed till her fingers were swollen
C7
F
Till she couldn’t keep sleep from her eyes
C
Then daddy would go in to wake her
G7
C
He’d kiss her and I’d hear him sigh
G7
C
There won’t be any patches in heaven
C7
F
You’ll look so pretty with a halo in your hair
C
And if angels are judged by the deeds they have done
G7
C
Mom you’ll be the best dressed angel there
G7
C
I was the oldest of seven
C7
F
So I was the first to leave home
C
And my dreams were designed for my momma
G7
All the pretties that she’d never known
C
G7
C
But the first pretty dress that I gave her
C7
F
She smiled and then bowed her head
C
She said honey the kids need these things more than I do
G7
C
And the tears filled my eyes as I said
C
G7
C
She sewed till her fingers were swollen
C7
F
Till she couldn’t keep sleep from her eyes
C
Then daddy would go in to wake her
G7
C
He’d kiss her and I’d hear him sigh
C
F
C7
G7
