We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

History

from Elated by Phillip Twitchell

/

lyrics

Momma was a factory worker,
Grandaddy grew up from a farm,
Kansas City killed him,
As the blood rushed through his arm.

Grandma was a big band dancer,
Grandaddy he joined the force,
Son he had couldn’t be glad,
But damn he had a voice.

He’d sing hey
Hey hey hey

He’d sing hey
Hey hey hey

Grandma tried to make the money,
After good old grandaddy died,
Couldn’t sleep a wink
Until Jesus sat by her side,
As the weeper began to wonder,
Oh what should I do?
The hand of man,
The prince of the land,
Says I’ll be there for you.

So many years they’d wonder,
Looking for a place to stay,
Wind blew them in the right direction,
Until her head was old n grey,

Momma had a few babies,
Some she could call her own,
But Grandma died, and mamma cried,
And she felt all alone.

She’d sing hey
Hey hey hey

She’d sing hey
Hey hey hey

As I remember,
I was young enough to walk,
Momma’d put me on her shoulder,
And I could cry so soft,
But Now, I am a man,
And it’s big city lights for me,
Staring in this kickass band,
That could never forget,
Never forget, Never forget,
His-Story.

It’s why I sing
Hey Hey Hey
It’s why I sing
Hey Hey Hey
It’s why I sing
Hey Hey Hey

credits

from Elated, released May 24, 2020

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Phillip Twitchell image

Phillip Twitchell Camdenton, Missouri

contact / help

Contact Phillip Twitchell

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like Phillip Twitchell, you may also like:

Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp

On Bandcamp Radio

Featuring interviews with LA music scene pillar Kamasi Washington, and new London-based duo Mrcy.

listen now