Church on Sundays (Mamaw Cora's Story) Lyrics

1941, almost a year since I was born

Spent two months and nine days in a hospital bed

The doctors gave me up, but Mama never would

She took a four-hour train ride to find the best help she could

She said I was a miracle child

An angel sent from Heaven to shine my light

Yeah, Mama had four more like me

We'd all sit around the fireplace

Strummin' on that old Stella guitar

That Daddy bought us at the hardware store

They both did the best they could

Raisin' five kids underneath one roof

We never had a whole lot of money

But I bet you'd see us in church on Sunday

Back in the good ol' days

Before cell phones and colored TV

We didn't have video games

We'd all play down by the creek

So many things have come and gone

But memories from my childhood last on

Yeah, Mama had four more like me

We'd all sit around the fireplace

Strummin' on that old Stella guitar

That Daddy bought us at the hardware store

They both did the best they could

Raisin' five kids underneath one roof

We never had a whole lot of money

But I bet you'd see us in church on Sunday

Yeah, church on Sundays

I grew up and made a life of my own

Had three little babies, but now they're grown

They come and see me every now and then

And I tell 'em stories from way back when

Like Mama had four more like me

We'd sit around the fireplace

Strummin' on that old Stella guitar

That Daddy bought us at the hardware store

They both did the best they could

Raisin' five kids underneath one roof

Never had a whole lot of money

I bet you'd see us in church on Sunday