Rosa Lee

A little house in a little town in Georgia Take that country road across the tracks The home place sits just a little back Cedar post porch and a wishing well full of dreams Birth place and the home of sweet Rosa Lee Days of the old cafe have come and gone But those memories are like an old sweet song And the stories they'll go on and on And it's sad to say But that's the way it should be Sweet memories and sweet stories of Rosa Lee Oh Rosa Lee Oh Rosa Lee The center of a close knit family She had her own way of thinking and a way with words She loved the songs of the mockingbird Oh Rosa Lee I know it's true Nobody ever got one over on you Festivals and friends I thought those good times would never end She had a love for life Her children and the Chinaberry I remember a story That granny told me one time About back in the days of the cafe There was this man who would come in every day And he would bring her fresh bread And granny would ask that man She said son, did you bring me fresh bread today And he'd say, yes ma'am Granny got to looking at the bread one day And she wasn't sure that it was fresh But she knew that man went to the local store Before he came to see her everyday So the next morning Granny got up bright and early And she walked down to the local store Armed and dangerous with a magic marker And she went to the bread section And she proceeded to put little black marks On all those loaves of bread And later that day The bread man came in And he loaded granny's shelves up And granny said to that man She said son Did you bring me fresh bread today And he said, yes ma'am Well, granny proceeded to point out to him Those little black marks on the side of that bread And a few years went by And a man came into the cafe one day And he sat down And he said hello Ms. Jackson He said, did you know that you taught me One of the most valuable lessons in my life And granny turned around And she said, do I know you And he said, I used to be your bread man And that story Made me think of something That granny did so often She could teach you a lesson and never say a word She loved the songs of the mockingbird Oh Rosa Lee I know it's true Nobody ever got one over on you Now granny never liked to hear the freight trains blow Said it made her think of all the friends she used to know Now I guess I'm gonna do the same When I hear the whistle of that lonesome train Oh Rosa Lee Oh Rosa Lee The center of a close knit family She had her own way of thinking and a way with words She loved the songs of the mockingbird Oh Rosa Lee I know it's true Nobody ever got one over on you The Festivals and friends I Thought those good times would never end She had a love for life Her children and the Chinaberry She had a love for life Her children and the Chinaberry Oh Rosa Lee Oh Rosa Lee