| Song | Mama's Funeral |
| Artist | Elizabeth Cook |
| Album | Welder |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Nah nah nah nah… | |
| At mama’s funeral, organs didn’t play | |
| But you could hear the lonesome sway | |
| Of the local guitar man | |
| He played | |
| Hank Williams songs | |
| We all did ‘ | |
| Farther Along’ | |
| The boys drank beer out by the barn | |
| At mama’s funeral | |
| Oh the birds showed up to sing | |
| As we gathered round the ole porch swing | |
| Where her feet had worn the paint off the boards | |
| And her pillow sat all faded and torn | |
| Her children all took turns | |
| Trying to find the words | |
| Just wantin to say something right | |
| Bout the best friend they’d found in life | |
| And explain it to the nurses that came from the hospital | |
| To mama’s funeral | |
| It was surprising to me, thought it’d be as hard as it could be | |
| But everybody took a little piece of pain | |
| And they spread it round like summer rain | |
| And it helped to ease the load | |
| More than | |
| I could’ve known | |
| At mama’s funeral | |
| And my family made me proud | |
| Cause when the cryin got loud | |
| The laughter followed close behind | |
| Daddy’d say “now don’t all remember the time…” | |
| Tables set up all over the place | |
| Covered with pictures, candles and lace | |
| The Quik Sack stayed open late | |
| Sold out of all their cups and paper plates | |
| To the strangers that gathered up on the hill | |
| For mama’s funeral | |
| All the pretty flowers planted by her hands | |
| Her guitar in a corner sittin on a stand | |
| Nah nah nah nah… |
| Nah nah nah nah | |
| At mama' s funeral, organs didn' t play | |
| But you could hear the lonesome sway | |
| Of the local guitar man | |
| He played | |
| Hank Williams songs | |
| We all did ' | |
| Farther Along' | |
| The boys drank beer out by the barn | |
| At mama' s funeral | |
| Oh the birds showed up to sing | |
| As we gathered round the ole porch swing | |
| Where her feet had worn the paint off the boards | |
| And her pillow sat all faded and torn | |
| Her children all took turns | |
| Trying to find the words | |
| Just wantin to say something right | |
| Bout the best friend they' d found in life | |
| And explain it to the nurses that came from the hospital | |
| To mama' s funeral | |
| It was surprising to me, thought it' d be as hard as it could be | |
| But everybody took a little piece of pain | |
| And they spread it round like summer rain | |
| And it helped to ease the load | |
| More than | |
| I could' ve known | |
| At mama' s funeral | |
| And my family made me proud | |
| Cause when the cryin got loud | |
| The laughter followed close behind | |
| Daddy' d say " now don' t all remember the time" | |
| Tables set up all over the place | |
| Covered with pictures, candles and lace | |
| The Quik Sack stayed open late | |
| Sold out of all their cups and paper plates | |
| To the strangers that gathered up on the hill | |
| For mama' s funeral | |
| All the pretty flowers planted by her hands | |
| Her guitar in a corner sittin on a stand | |
| Nah nah nah nah |
| Nah nah nah nah | |
| At mama' s funeral, organs didn' t play | |
| But you could hear the lonesome sway | |
| Of the local guitar man | |
| He played | |
| Hank Williams songs | |
| We all did ' | |
| Farther Along' | |
| The boys drank beer out by the barn | |
| At mama' s funeral | |
| Oh the birds showed up to sing | |
| As we gathered round the ole porch swing | |
| Where her feet had worn the paint off the boards | |
| And her pillow sat all faded and torn | |
| Her children all took turns | |
| Trying to find the words | |
| Just wantin to say something right | |
| Bout the best friend they' d found in life | |
| And explain it to the nurses that came from the hospital | |
| To mama' s funeral | |
| It was surprising to me, thought it' d be as hard as it could be | |
| But everybody took a little piece of pain | |
| And they spread it round like summer rain | |
| And it helped to ease the load | |
| More than | |
| I could' ve known | |
| At mama' s funeral | |
| And my family made me proud | |
| Cause when the cryin got loud | |
| The laughter followed close behind | |
| Daddy' d say " now don' t all remember the time" | |
| Tables set up all over the place | |
| Covered with pictures, candles and lace | |
| The Quik Sack stayed open late | |
| Sold out of all their cups and paper plates | |
| To the strangers that gathered up on the hill | |
| For mama' s funeral | |
| All the pretty flowers planted by her hands | |
| Her guitar in a corner sittin on a stand | |
| Nah nah nah nah |