Thank You For Another Day

I remember all the Sundays We'd all gather round at Mamaw's house Oak tree table in the kitchen Where all the grown folks would sit down All youngin's runnin' wild in the yard Wasn't nowhere we could go that was too far Mason jar's of bacon grease on the stove in the kitchen A pressure cooker cookin' peas and man that thing was whistlin' When that cornbread hit the table Papaw he would pray Lord bless this food to our bodies and thank you for today All the cousins we got older Mamaw and papaw passed away Now the only time we see them Is to lay fresh flowers on their graves Man, I miss those days of my youth I'd do anything just to get back to Those Mason jar's of bacon grease on the stove in the kitchen A pressure cooker cookin' peas and man that thing was whistlin' When that cornbread hit the table Papaw he would pray Lord bless this food to our bodies and thank you for another day As the years pass by I hope to be blessed with grandkids of my own So I can pass down all the scripture and the knowledge and the love that I was shown When they lay me down in that hole I'll be back with my grandparents where I know... There'll be Mason jar's of bacon grease on the stove in the kitchen A pressure cooker cookin' peas and man that thing is whistlin' When that cornbread hits the table Papaw he will pray Lord bless this food to our bodies and thank you for all those days For all those days Lord thank you for all those days For all those days Lord thank you for all those days For all those days