Sunday Morning Mountain Gospel Music 48

No Tears in Heaven
Sung by James Cecil Dickens aka Little Jimmy Dickens a native of  Bolt, West Virginia



No Tears in Heaven
No tears in heaven, no sorrows given.
All will be glory in that land;
There'll be no sadness, all will be gladness,
When we shall join that happy band.

No tears
No tears, no tears up there,
Sorrow and pain will all have flown;
No tears
No tears, no tears up there;
No tears in heaven will be known.

Glory is waiting, waiting up yonder,
Where we shall spend an endless day;
There with our Savior, we'll be forever,
Where no more sorrow can dismay.

No tears
No tears, no tears up there,
Sorrow and pain will all have flown;
No tears
No tears, no tears up there;
No tears in heaven will be known.

No tears
No tears, no tears up there,
Sorrow and pain will all have flown;
No tears
No tears, no tears up there;
No tears in heaven will be known.

James Cecil Dickens (December 19, 1920 – January 2, 2015)

James Cecil Dickens aka Little Jimmy Dickens passed away today at the age of 94. Mr. Dickens was a native of Bolt, West Virginia. Little Jimmy might have had a 'short wheel base'  (4' 11"), but he sure was BIG with his entertainment. He was a favorite of my Dad's, as was this song.......



Out Behind the Barn     My pappy used to tan my hide
Out behind the barn
He taught me to be dignified
Out behind the barn
But when he took his strap to me,
and turned me down across his knee
He sure did hurt my dignity
Out behind the barn

I smoked my first cigarette
Out behind the barn
And that's one day I won't forget
Out behind the barn
I got sick, you should've seen
How that tobacco turned me green
I almost died from nicotine
Out behind the barn     I got my education
Out behind the barn
  I ain't a foolin' no siree
Passed each examination
Out behind the barn
But it almost made a wreck out of me

I met a pretty girl one day
Out behind the barn
She wanted me to stay and play
Out behind the barn
She taught me to kiss and pet
And that's a game I can't forget
Cause we still play the same game yet
Out behind the barn

I wish I could go again
Out behind the barn
And do some things I did then
Out behind the barn
Now you may think it ain't no fun
To be a poor old farmers son
You just don't know what all I've done
Out behind the barn
   I got my education
Out behind the barn
  I ain't a foolin' no siree
Passed each examination
Out behind the barn
But it almost made a wreck out of me    Hat tip to Jack Goins