Thanks

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.

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

For the sun up in the sky

For the corn that's growing high

And for the child that didn't die.