| Sing One For Sister |
| Nanci Griffith |
| Summer Sunday evening, around the old home place |
| Well, I would play my guitar and sister sang along |
| Sister's smile would always light up my Daddy's face |
| And when they'd get to dancing, |
| well they'd dance all night till dawn |
| And I would sing one for sister |
| Play one for Papa, moan one for mama |
| Then I'd cry one for you. |
| Mama liked the slow ones and she'd shuffle 'cross the floor |
| Sister liked the fast ones, Lord she could step so high |
| And I'd see my Daddy dancing, till he could dance no more |
| And when I'd play a sad song, well he would start to cry |
| And I would sing one for sister |
| Play one for Papa, moan one for mama |
| Then I'd cry one for you. |
| Solo |
| Now it's just me and this old guitar |
| I've no place to call my own |
| Mamma and Papa have passed away and sister has settled down |
| Now you ran off and left me to live here all alone |
| So I will sing these sad old songs as I am leaving town |
| And I would sing one for sister |
| Play one for Papa, moan one for mama |
| Then I'd cry one for you. |
| And I would sing one for sister |
| Play one for Papa, moan one for mama |
| Then I'd cry one for you. |