she grew up plain and simple in a farming town her daddy played the fiddle and used to do the calling when they had hoedowns she says the neighbors would come and they d move all my grandma s furniture around and there d be twenty or more there on the old wooden floor dancing to a country sound the carters and jimmie rodgers played her favorite songs and on saturday nights there was a radio show and she would sing along and i ll never forget her face when she revealed to me that she d dreamed about singing at the grand old opry her eyes oh how they sparkled when she sang those songs while she was hanging the clothes on the line i was a kid just a humming along well i d be playing in the grass to her what might have seemed obliviously but there ain t no doubt about it she sure made her mark on me and she played old gospel records on the phonograph she turned them up loud and we d sing along but those days have passed just now that i am older it occurs to me that i was singing in the grandest opry and we sang sweet rose of sharon abide with me until i ride the gospel ship to heaven s jubilee and in that great triumphant morning my soul will be free and my burdens will be lifted when my saviour s face i see so i don t want to get adjusted to this world below but i know he ll pilot me until it comes time to go oh nothing on this earth is half as dear to me as the sound of my mama s opry and we sang sweet rose of sharon abide with me until i ride the gospel ship to heaven s jubilee and in that great triumphant morning my soul will be free and my burdens will be lifted when my saviour s face i see  so i don t want to get adjusted to this world below but i know he ll pilot me until it comes time to go oh nothing on this earth is half as dear to me as the sound of my mama s opry