My Home By The River

Lyrics:

© ALawrence1
(Into - Instrumental)

I remember my home by the river
Where momma she raised us to pray
My daddy he worked in the coal mine
And Sunday was the only rest day

While life it was hard, we n’er did want
We lived by the Golden Rule
Treat your neighbor as you would have him treat you
And don’t you be acting like a fool.

(Instrumental)

Gran Pappy would sit on the stoop now
With tabaccy a drippin’ off his chin
And Grandma was cookin’ in the kitchen
Makin’ supper for all of her kin.

And heaven forbid, you’d lift up the lid
To peek at her homemade stew

In the afternoon sun, Jake would pick guitar some
And the kin folk would gather and swoon
Oh, Daddy he’d stomp, and Granpa would honk
As he tried to hit the spittoon.

(Instrumental)

We’d gather inside, to praise what we had
The love of the Lord filled the room
Momma she would say grace, there sure weren’t no space
For sadness and darkness and gloom.

I’ve grown up some, but remember the fun
Of my family oh all these years gone
I still thank the Lord, for all the rewards
Of growing up in my river home

I still thank the Lord, for all the rewards
Of growing up in my river home