When I open my mouth to speak
Often the words dry halfway up,
And what I say usually isn’t what I wanted to say,
For I am but a dumb ole country soul.
When it comes to society,
My dumbness there I show,
Can’t seem to piece the right conversation
Or speak with grace and poise ‘prop’ly’
I pressed my dress and stockings once,
And looked mighty fine,
But when I mixed with that high crowd
My knees gave way and knocked
And all I could say was a quaky ‘hello’
I dig up old Billy Graham Sermons and tear as I listen,
I hum along to old Jim Reeves, Bill Gaither and Hymn knolls,
Quiet country life and simple existence are to me a Seventh Heaven,
Country tunes and old time religion leave me dreamy.
Just dumb enough to trust the Lord, I pray,
Though every so oft I want to change,
I wouldn’t mind if I remained but just,
A dumb ole country girl,
with Jesus in my heart.