D
There's dust on mother's bible
G D
Its cover's worn with age
G D
And though it's old and wrinkled
A D
Mama's there on every page
The night the angels called her
Mama called me to her side
And handed me her bible
Said 'Son, let God be your guide.'
Chorus:
There's dust on mother's bible
Its cover's worn with age
And though it's old and wrinkled
Mama's there on every page
--- Instrumental ---
I picked up mother's old bible
To my heart I pressed it tight
And I heard her softly whisper
'Son, I'll meet you on the other side.'
I kissed my mother's old bible
And I wiped away the dust.
Oh, you never know until she's gone
How you'll miss your mother's love
Chorus:
There's dust on mother's bible
Its cover's worn with age
And though it's old and wrinkled
Mama's there on every page...
Composição de Buck Owens