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PERFORMING ARTISTS
George Jones
George Jones
Performer
Melba Montgomery
Melba Montgomery
Musician
Bob Moore
Bob Moore
Upright Bass
Harold Bradley
Harold Bradley
Guitar
Harold B. "Shot" Jackson
Harold B. "Shot" Jackson
Dobro
Buddy Harman
Buddy Harman
Drums
Tommy Jackson
Tommy Jackson
Fiddle
Ray Edenton
Ray Edenton
Guitar
Hargus Robbins
Hargus Robbins
Piano
Buddy Emmons
Buddy Emmons
Steel Guitar
Hal Rugg
Hal Rugg
Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ira Louvin
Ira Louvin
Composer
Charlie Louvin
Charlie Louvin
Composer
Eddie Hill
Eddie Hill
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
H.W. "Pappy" Daily
H.W. "Pappy" Daily
Producer

Lyrics

I'm thinking of a little lady She bears her load without a friend The one who rocked me in my cradle And through the years she loves me yet The roses on her cheeks have faded And when they pass her on the street Would break my heart to see them mock her Although she may not dress so neat She was the first to ever love me The first to hold me to her breast God bless her 'cause she is my mother And she'll be the last one I'll forget Her way may seem a bit old fashioned And some may laugh when passing by I'm not ashamed to call her mother, my love for her I'll not deny She was the first to ever love me
Writer(s): Ira Louvin, Charles Louvin, Eddie Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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