NEED HELP Figuring out a song (Country)

[imdaly]

Hello all,

So a friend of mine just called me asking if I could possibly find a song for him that he and his mother are trying to find. I guess his grandmother passed away today, and there's a particular song that his mom wants to play at her funeral Saturday. They don't remember much of it, I guess, except the following:

- It's a country song
- Originally done by Tom Jones (they think), and later redone by a female.
- Something about "I can do no wrong in my mama's eyes" or something to that effect
- The song, I guess, has something to do with the singer wanting to be more like their mother.


I know that's pretty vague, and I can usually figure these things out myself with the internet, but I'm having no luck, and I'd really like to be able to help my friend with this if I can.

So if anyone here happens to have any idea what song this is, I'd greatly appreciate your help! Thank you.

 

[ComicChick]

at first i thought it was going to be Holes In the Floor of Heaven by Collin Raye

but then i read the clues you gave and i'm not sure what song it is.

 

[tzarinna]

If you find out let me know too.

 

[BBT]

I found this on Google.

David Allan Coe's Family Album Lyrics

On Sunday after church there'd always be a picnic
There'd be kinfolks callin' until dawn
Me I'd play the guitar and my Uncle Merle would sing
And grandpa he'd play that fiddle all night long
Now the women folk they would work out in the kitchen
You could smell that food for miles and miles around
Paw he was prayin' my brother Jack would bring him down some moonshine
Just so's that he could warsh those viddle down
As soon as all the kids got tired of playin' horseshoes
Mama she'd call me over to her side
You know she'd say I'd like to take some pictures
You could see her face light up with pride
And then she'd bring out that worn out family album
Its faded pictures some with corners torn
She'd laugh and poin and tell me funny stories
And look she'd say why that's the day that you were born
And I'd sit and reminisce each picture with her
And I'd listen to her laughter and her sighs
But underneath I knew how much I'd hurt her
For I'd put teardrops in my mama's eyes

In my mama's eyes I've never done a wrong thing
I was still a baby in my mama's eyes
That old family album she'll keep on her night stand
Right next to the Bible until the day she dies

Through all those years in prison she stuck by me
And she came to visit anytime she could
Well I remember at my trial when she testified she loved me
And she told the judge I'd always been so good
Then later through the fame she watched me blossom
From just a local country singer to a great big star
She listened to all my records for the hidden meanings
And she came to hear me sing in all those dim lit bars
And she read all the things they wrote about me
But she knew deep in her heart that it was lies
No she don't hide her head in shame when someone says my name
You'll find no teardrops in my mama's eyes
In my mama's eyes...
Right next to the Bible until the day she dies

 

[tzarinna]

Ooo, very good. Now I just need the music.

 

[imdaly]

I found this on Google.

David Allan Coe's Family Album Lyrics

On Sunday after church there'd always be a picnic
There'd be kinfolks callin' until dawn
Me I'd play the guitar and my Uncle Merle would sing
And grandpa he'd play that fiddle all night long
Now the women folk they would work out in the kitchen
You could smell that food for miles and miles around
Paw he was prayin' my brother Jack would bring him down some moonshine
Just so's that he could warsh those viddle down
As soon as all the kids got tired of playin' horseshoes
Mama she'd call me over to her side
You know she'd say I'd like to take some pictures
You could see her face light up with pride
And then she'd bring out that worn out family album
Its faded pictures some with corners torn
She'd laugh and poin and tell me funny stories
And look she'd say why that's the day that you were born
And I'd sit and reminisce each picture with her
And I'd listen to her laughter and her sighs
But underneath I knew how much I'd hurt her
For I'd put teardrops in my mama's eyes

In my mama's eyes I've never done a wrong thing
I was still a baby in my mama's eyes
That old family album she'll keep on her night stand
Right next to the Bible until the day she dies

Through all those years in prison she stuck by me
And she came to visit anytime she could
Well I remember at my trial when she testified she loved me
And she told the judge I'd always been so good
Then later through the fame she watched me blossom
From just a local country singer to a great big star
She listened to all my records for the hidden meanings
And she came to hear me sing in all those dim lit bars
And she read all the things they wrote about me
But she knew deep in her heart that it was lies
No she don't hide her head in shame when someone says my name
You'll find no teardrops in my mama's eyes
In my mama's eyes...
Right next to the Bible until the day she dies

That seems like a very likely candidate! I'll know for sure if that's it tomorrow when he comes over to look with me.

Thank you.