Mountain Queen (feat. Don Rigsby)

Mamaw's old rooster still sings in my head
Taking me back to those mornings in bed
Curled up beside her clutching that Bible she read

Songs of the mountain birds singing hymns
Preaching their gospel from high on the limbs
Of the trees in that holler,
Lord if I could go back again

I'd lay a little longer beside her
and bask in the warmth of her cheek
I'd wait a little longer to wake her
And cherish that sweet memory

Of the matriarch sleeping
Like a scene from an old magazine
God bless that woman
That sweet mountain queen
Long live the queen

Buttermilk biscuits in a piping hot pan
Made with the love of that kind angel's hand
She showed me the old ways
And taught me to live off the land

Songs of the whippoorwill still make me grin
Stories of ghosts and the sins of our kin
Life wasn't perfect, but if I could go back again

I'd lay a little longer beside her
And bask in the warmth of her cheek
I'd wait a little longer to wake her
And cherish that sweet memory

I'd walk a little longer beside her
And feel the cool grass on our feet
I'd laugh at her jokes a little louder
As we'd wash our clothes in the creek

Life was so simple
Like a scene from an old magazine

God bless that woman
My sweet mountain queen
Long live the queen

Sweet mountain queen
Long live the queen
Long live the queen
Long live the queen