Back home we never watched TV, we'd sit before the fire
Mama'd knit and Papa'd sit because he was so tired
My sister read a book, my brother played with model cars
And me, I sat by firelight, pickin' my guitar.

And then Mama'd say, would you play?
That song about "I'll Fly Away"
So I'd strike out the chords and let 'em ring
Well, it sure felt good in harmony
To hear the family sing

Oh, I'll Fly Away, oh Glory I'll Fly Away
I'd strike out the chords and let 'em ring
Well, it sure felt good in harmony
To hear the family sing

Well, I'm afraid those days are gone they're something of the past
'Cause there's too much to do these days
This world it moves too fast
Thank God, I've got a memory to take me back that far
Where I can sit by firelight, Picking my guitar

And then Mama'd say, would you play?
That song about "I'll Fly Away"
So I'd strike out the chords and let 'em ring
Well, it sure felt good in harmony
To hear the family sing

Oh, I'll Fly Away, oh Glory I'll Fly Away
I'd strike out the chords and let 'em ring
Well, it sure felt good in harmony
To hear the family sing

I'd strike out the chords and let 'em ring
Well, it sure felt good in harmony
To hear the family sing


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