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I remember the year my grandaddy died Gone,gonna rise again
We dug his grave on a mountainside Gone,gonna rise again
I was too young to understand
The way he felt all about the land
But I could read his history in his hand. He said Gone,gonna rise again
Corn in the crib and apples in the bin Gone,gonna rise again
Hay in the loft, cotton in the gin Gone,gonna rise again
Cows in the barn and hogs in the plot
You know he never had a lot Ah-h-h
But he worked like mule for the little he d got Gone,gonna rise again
Oo-oo-oo
Those apple trees on the mountainside Gone,gonna rise again
He planted the seeds just before he died Gone,gonna rise again
I guess he knew he d never see
The red fruit hanging from the tree
But he planted those seeds for his children and me Gone,gonna rise again
Iâm sittinâ on a ridge high above this farm Gone,gonna rise again
Thinkinâ of my people that have gone on. They said Gone,gonna rise again
Like a tree that grows in the mountain ground
The storms of life come and cut ya down
But the new wood springs from the roots underground Gone,gonna rise again
Gone, gonna rise again
But the new wood springs from the roots underground Gone,gonna rise again
