- cifra
Back upon an old dirt road
Next to a swamp full of toads
Was a slanted wood shack
With three little kids and a momma
Papa died in '63
Left little jenny and me
To plant those 'taters and
Pull up another tomorrow
Rocky mountain music
Fills my memory
Rocky mountain music
Papa can i hear you playin for me..
Little brother was never quite right
He used to sit on the floor in the sunlight
Playin with the dust that danced on the beams
In the window
Sister had to cook and clean
Cuz momma she got sick and lean
Sometimes i think she just died away missin poppa
Rocky mountain music
Fills my memory
Rocky mountain music
Momma can i hear you singin to me..
Well every thing has changed today
Little brother he was taken away
Sister, she married a soldier and lives in toledo
And me i'm in a nashville bar
And i've never been so far..
From that old gravel road
And the rivers that run through my mem'ry
Rocky mountain music
Fills my memory
Rocky mountain music
Brother can i hear you callin me..
