in Glory and live in peace evermore The world I leave to my neighbor till we meet at that heavenly door I'll reap my harvest in heaven on that beautiful shore [ piano
is shakin' up the room Gramma she would tell us /about the glory days and gramma she would tell us/ about when we were slaves in the livin' room/ pianos
beautiful shore I'll plow a field up in Glory and live in peace evermore The world I lead to my neighbor till we meet up at heavenly door I'll reap my
I play an old piano from nine till a half past one Tryin' to make a livin' watchin' everybody have fun Well, I don't miss much that ever happens on a
