Family Life

I remember we'd all pile Into that beat up Chevrolet. Every Sunday afternoon I can still hear papa say. Come on kids we're going, Ya, we're taking us a ride. There ain't no need to push and shove, Everyone can fit inside. Then papa started singing One of his old favorite songs. We'd slap our knees and whistle And try to sing along. The smile on our mother's face Was enough to make me cry. Oh, I wonder what has happened To that kind of family life. We'd sit there at the table With our head bowed down in prayer, We never had enough But thanked the Lord for what was there. Then, after we had finished Pa would bring out his guitar, And we'd all sit there on the porch And gaze up at the stars. Then papa started singing One of his old favorite songs. We'd slap our knees and whistle And try to sing along. The smile on our mother's face Was enough to make me cry. Oh, I wonder what has happened To that kind of family life.