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Sing me a sweet mountain song
In the summer in the evenin
Mama and papa would sit down on the front porch swing
Me and my banjo, papa with his fiddle
And mama with a tune she would sing
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My how I’d love to sing along
Sing me a sweet mountain song
The song would tell a story of some heart that was broken
Sometimes she’d sing Uncle Pen
Then she’d do one soft and gentle
That would make me cry a little
How I wish I could hear one again
All that’s left is a memory of a little wooden cabin
Two country graves side by side
But on a summer evenin sometimes I’d start believing
I’d hear mama singin one more time
My how I’d love to sing along
Sing me a sweet mountain song