I Still Sing The Old Songs

By David Allan Coe GRANDPA, I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT YOU LATELY WONDERING IF YOU'D FOUND PEACE OF MIND I GUESS YOU'D BE PROUD TO KNOW YOUR GRANDSONS NEVER CROSSED THAT MASON-DIXON LINE AND I STILL SING THE OLD SONGS THAT YOU TAUGHT ME AND I STILL PRAY TO JESUS NOW AND THEN AND JUST LIKE YOU I WISH THAT HE WOULD SAVE ME TO SEE THE DAY THE SOUTH WILL RISE AGAIN DADDY WORE HIS PURPLE HEART SO PROUDLY LONG BEFORE I TURNED INTO A MAN BURIED WITH OUR FLAG ACROSS HIS CASKET I WAS STILL TOO YOUNG TO UNDERSTAND MAMA SPENT HER LAST YEARS IN THE GARDEN WHILE I TOOK MY TURN BEHIND THE GUN LORD, I'D GIVE MY LIFE TO FIND THE FREEDOM LOST WITHIN THE OLD SONGS THAT YOU SUNG AND I STILL SING THE OLD SONGS THAT YOU TAUGHT ME AND I STILL PRAY TO JESUS NOW AND THEN AND JUST LIKE YOU I WISH THAT HE WOULD SAVE ME TO SEE THE DAY THE SOUTH WILL RISE AGAIN