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 [ac.guitar ] 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...
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