Waylon Jennings - Thanks - Текст песни

Sunday morning in the valley we would gather for the service

Emmily Jane would run to meet me she'd smile at papa kinda nervous

All the people came from miles around I can still hear the sound

As they sang thanks to the Lord for the sun up in the sky

For the corn that's growing high and for the child that didn't die

Thanks to the Lord for the crops and for the farm

For the satrenght in my right arm and for keepin' us from harm

Thanks thanks thanks thanks thanks to the Lord for a girl like Emmily Jane

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Came the day that we were married all our folks from the congregation

Emmily Jane was like an angel the sweetest thing in all creation

Papa hugged me and my mama cried everybody smiled with pride

As they sang thanks to the Lord...