1951

Well, Daddy was an honest, hard-working man
With bad eyesight and calloused hands
He married young and he made his stand
In 1951

Well, it was worn-out pants and pinto beans
Minimum wage and mustard greens
But he treated Momma just like a queen
In 1951

In Nineteen-Hundred and Fifty-One
Both of them lovers and both of them young
There were clouds in the skies
But stars in their eyes in 1951
She called him "Mister" and he called her "Hon'"
In 1951

Well, sometimes I'd hear my Daddy sigh
Momma would cry on his shoulder
Whenever I would ask them why
They'd say, "You'll know when you're older"

Well, they'd pray for rain in summer
And give thanks in the fall
I've seen the pictures, I've seen them all
Even on their knees they looked so tall
In 1951

In Nineteen-Hundred and Fifty-One
Both of them lovers and both of them young
There were clouds in the skies
But stars in their eyes in 1951
She called him "Mister" and he called her "Hon'"
In 1951
In 1951