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i remember it very clearly it was an alabama summer morning bright my daddy came in to wake me up he opened up the curtain to let in some light he sat down on my bedside said son i got something to say try to be brave my sweet little boy your mama went to heaven today heaven, heaven, heaven right about that time in my life i was seeing some strange things on tv police dogs and fire hoses they were aiming them at people that were darker than me i was just a little kid i didn't understand quite what was going on but i imagine i thought those policemen wouldn't go to heaven cause you don't go to heaven when you do things that are wrong heaven, heaven, heaven some memories reach right out to us while others seem enshrouded in fog sometimes they're like an old machine with rusted wheels and rusty cogs but there's a place where every memory is clear and bright that's why the angels sing and each memory becomes neither good nor bad in heaven we'll all remember everything heaven, heaven, heaven Copyright Samm Bennett - all rights reserved back to Lyrics Table of Contents |