Enter

Grandma Sang Off Key

Höfundur lags: Wanda Jackson Höfundur texta: Wanda Jackson Flytjandi: Wanda Jackson Sent inn af: Anonymous

[G]One of the fondest [C]memories that I have as a [G]child
Was of my old [C]grandmother who was [D7]gentle meek and [G]mild
[C]Sunday morning [D7]always found her [G]dressed in finest [Em]lace   
Then [G]we'd go to [C]church and [G]sing [D7]God's [G]grace

Glory hallelujah [C]that's what grandma [G]sang
She had to be the happiest person [A7]that I've ever [D7]seen   
She'd [G]clap her hands [D7]sing a song about [C]Jesus set her [G]free
And the Lord [C]didn't [G]mind that my grandma [D7]sang off [G]key  

People used to [C]joke about my grandma being [G]loud
For you could hear her [C]singing [D7]far above the [G]crowd
[C]Preacher Bill would [D7]laugh at her and [G]then he'd say to [Em]me   
Wish [G]we had [C]more [G]people who could [D7]sing off [G]key  

Glory hallelujah [C]that's what grandma [G]sang
She had to be the happiest person [A7]that I've ever [D7]seen   
She'd [G]clap her hands [D7]sing a song about [C]Jesus set her [G]free
And the Lord [C]didn't [G]mind that my grandma [D7]sang off [G]key  

Then came that final [C]Sunday I sat in church [G]alone
And whispered to the [C]Lord I know You [D7]had to take her [G]home
[C]But I sure miss the [D7]way my grandma [G]used to sing for [Em]me   
And [G]I really [C]didn't [G]mind when she [D7]sang off [G]key  

Now she's gone to [C]heaven at last her soul's at [G]rest
Now she's singing [C]with the choir that [D7]has to be the [G]best
[C]And every Sunday [D7]I can hear the [G]angels sing for [Em]me   
When [G]above the [C]rest I [G]hear one voice that's [D7]singing off [G]key  

Glory hallelujah [C]that's what grandma [G]sang
She had to be the happiest person [A7]that I've ever [D7]seen   
She'd [G]clap her hands [D7]sing a song about [C]Jesus set her [G]free
And the Lord [C]didn't [G]mind that my grandma [D7]sang off [G]key  


One of the fondest memories that I have as a child
Was of my old grandmother who was gentle meek and mild
Sunday morning always found her dressed in finest lace
Then we'd go to church and sing God's grace

Glory hallelujah that's what grandma sang
She had to be the happiest person that I've ever seen
She'd clap her hands sing a song about Jesus set her free
And the Lord didn't mind that my grandma sang off key

People used to joke about my grandma being loud
For you could hear her singing far above the crowd
Preacher Bill would laugh at her and then he'd say to me
Wish we had more people who could sing off key

Glory hallelujah that's what grandma sang
She had to be the happiest person that I've ever seen
She'd clap her hands sing a song about Jesus set her free
And the Lord didn't mind that my grandma sang off key

Then came that final Sunday I sat in church alone
And whispered to the Lord I know You had to take her home
But I sure miss the way my grandma used to sing for me
And I really didn't mind when she sang off key

Now she's gone to heaven at last her soul's at rest
Now she's singing with the choir that has to be the best
And every Sunday I can hear the angels sing for me
When above the rest I hear one voice that's singing off key

Glory hallelujah that's what grandma sang
She had to be the happiest person that I've ever seen
She'd clap her hands sing a song about Jesus set her free
And the Lord didn't mind that my grandma sang off key

Hljómar í laginu

  • G
  • C
  • D7
  • Em
  • A7

Veldu hljóðfæri

Veldu nýja tóntegund

Chord data © Chordinator.com

blog comments powered by Disqus
 
Staðfesti notandanafn...