Interpret:

Waylon Jennings

Album:

Ladies Love Outlaws

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.