Daddy had a red pickup 
Loaded up the watermelons and 
Drove out to old Iron Mountain 
Three hundred sixty-five miles to Hall Mill Road 

Every Sunday momma said a prayer 
For the old man in the rocking chair 
Called out to me and my brother 
She said remember the life you save may be your own 

I'm goin' home where the angels are singin' momma 
Up from the old wooden house, rain is fallin' 
I hear the sweet bye and bye, boys are cryin' 
Momma done told me the life you save may be your own 

Livin' in an old cracker house 
Right along that dirt road and we'd 
Work 'til we heard momma holler 
She said daddy's goin' make sure we reap just what we sow 

Momma loved to sing a song or two 
Swingin' on that front porch and she'd 
Call out for an invocation 
And when she hit the refrain we'd join right in 

I'm goin' home where the angels are singin' momma 
Up from the old wooden house, rain is fallin' 
I hear the sweet bye and bye, boys are cryin' 
Momma done told me the life you save may be your own 

Momma stood up from the rocking chair 
She waved the dogs away and she 
Ambled inside very slowly 
Well I'll never forget when I heard her call my name  [bad word]  up the steps I found that she'd 
Fallen on the kitchen floor and she 
Murmured she'd like Coca-Cola 
The last words that she heard me say were "bye momma" 

I'm goin' home where the angels are singin' momma 
Up from the old wooden house, rain is fallin' 
I hear the sweet bye and bye, boys are cryin' 
Momma done told me the life you save may be your own