Story Behind The Song

Momma used to make a lot of my clothes when I was a child. Christmas always makes me think of the flannel shirts she used to make for me. There's a great feeling attached to those memories, and this song summarizes the life of a good woman with a giving heart.

Song Description

True story song about Mike's Grandmother who passed away in July 2005.

Lyrics

Momma said ?don?t stick your finger in that chocolate pie
Don?t you know that?s for Christmas son?, then she?d cut me a slice
I can still hear Daddy say ?you?re gonna spoil him now?
But she?d just smile and keep on givin? anyhow

Momma was my grandma on my mother?s side
She took me in when her daughter died
She never had much money but she sure knew how to care
And every Christmas mornin? it would be there

A Red Checkered Shirt
Hand made with pride
Cut from the flannel
By an angel in my life
And though I didn?t hear her say it much
I didn?t need the words
The proof of her love
Was in that Red Checkered Shirt

Tucked away in the hills of Arkansas
Down the road between Martin Box and Mornin? Star
Momma kept a simple house with a golden rule
Find the good in someone else and they?ll see the good in you

And every Sunday mornin?, Sunday eve and Wednesday night
I could hear her prayin? she was prayin? for my life
If I live to be a hundred I don?t think I?ll ever know
A feelin? any better than after church and drivin? home

(in my) Chorus

I wish I could have wrote the words before she went away
But it?s good to know she?s restin? now in a much better place
And if you get there before I do would you do one thing for me
Just tell her that you heard her song and what it means to me

(to wear my) Chorus