she shuffles through the clothes in her closet
the red calico was always his favorite dress
the daydream took her only a moment
a moment for gathering up courage and grace
oh she had to put on her face
oh poppa the red dust always shows on my black dress
and it stains the tears on his mama's face
All the memories give me some comfort
as i stand alone in this crowded place
oh i must put on my face
mournig doves lend their voices
as they all sang amazing grace
the pastors offering of prayers and scriptures
belied the smug look upon his face
oh poppa the red dust always shows on my black dress
and it stains the tears on his mama's face
All the memories give me some comfort
as i stand alone in this crowded place
oh i must put on my face
