Every Sunday afternoon after the traditional nap,my Mimmaw and I sashayed into the den to play the piano
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
She sat on the fine mahogany bench with such class and grace
That saved a wretch like me
Big blue eyes peering down at my hands
I once was lost but now am found
Soft hands kindly placing my fingers on the correct keys
Was blind, but now I see
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