Lyrics my dad used to sing

Kitty Wells

Album The Queen of Country Music (1994)

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My cold, cold heart is melted now
I seek for peace but don’t know how
I go to bed but only weep
My cold, cold heart won’t let me sleep
Your lonesome voice that seems to say
Your cold, cold heart will pay and pay
My tears pour down like falling rain
Through restless sleep I call your name
Perhaps someday beyond the blue
We’ll meet sweetheart and live anew
Where cold, cold hearts can’t enter in
We’ll laugh and love, sweetheart, again
My cold, cold heart is melted now
My once proud head I humbly bow
Your lonely face in dreams I see
My cold, cold heart has told on me

How Far Is Heaven

Kitty Wells

Featuring Carol Sue


How far is heaven? Let’s go tonight
I want my daddy to hold me tight

A little girl was waiting for her daddy one day
It was time to meet him, when she heard her mommy say
Come to mommy darling, please do not cry
Daddy’s gone to heaven, way up in the sky

How far is heaven? When can I go?
To see my daddy, he’s there I know
How far is heaven? Let’s go tonight
I want my daddy to hold me tight

He was called so suddenly, and could not say goodbye
I know that he’s in heaven, we’ll meet him by and by
The little girl trembled, her tears she could not hide
She looked up for heaven and then she replied

How far is heaven? When can I go?
To see my daddy, he’s there I know
How far is heaven? Let’s go tonight
I want my daddy to hold me tight


I was fortunate enough to have a father that had a wonderful voice and could play the guitar. Many of nights I would go to bed hearing him sing to my mother. By today’s standards the songs would be depressing…. that was the theme of 1950-60″s country and western music.

My sister inherited my father’s singing talent, although she rarely sings. I learned how to play the guitar- though not very well- by ear. My father could not read sheet music and I never tried to learn how. My daughters Rose and Kassidey were quiet the music guru’s, Rose would play the clarinet in her room. I would sit at the foot of the stairs and just listen to her play for hours. Kassidey kept switching instruments at the whim of the band directors. Both girls loved the marching band and spirit nights at school. Robert & I worked at the snack bar at all the games for six years.

You know you have to have some breaks of good in your childhood or you become psychotic. Memories can be wonderful things, nostalgic even. My dearest, Robert took some guitar lessons a couple of years ago and played “Happy Birthday” to me— it was wonderful to my ears. His hands stay riddled with swelling and arthritis so he can’t play now. He attempted to teach Zack on his child sized guitar. But like all children Zack goes through learning phases and didn’t really like learning the guitar.

I love to sign, but can’t carry a tune in a bucket, so I sing to myself anyways. Good thing church is big and the band is loud. Speaking of bands, my uncles and aunts would get together every time we visited maw-maw- and paw-paw. They were all very talented. We children would be sent to bed early and fall asleep to their gospel music. My uncle Loyal made a record in prison. My brother has it in his keeping like everything else of value from our father’s estate.

My grandparents lived in the mountains of north-east Alabama in a rural area of Piedmont. They lived directly on the side of a mountain– its steepness started at ten feet from the back stoop. The front stoop was about four feet off the ground and they had a huge log halfway up to climb on to get into the front door. It was always a task to climb up for anyone. They had a water well, smoke house, hog pen, and outhouse (the latter of) that no one used. You went privy outside by a tree and hope you didn’t get snake bit. They endured a land slide that almost wiped them off the hill, and a bear break-in that ransacked the kitchen. They did not have indoor plumbing of any sort. They had a kitchen sink that the girl children would was dishes in and take the bucket outside and slosh it on the ground when done.

The floors were made of rough pine wood soaked in coal oil, so your feet bottoms were always black and you had to wash them from the bedside every night. The six rooms were large and had a huge fireplace in the main sleeping room. It sure did get cold on the mountain at night. Speaking of night, the stars were absolutely wonderful to behold. You couldn’t see to the end of your nose it was so pitch black until you looked up and the whole world was opened up. and you were little all over again.


Published by Kat Challis

Kathy Ann (Hughes) Challis Married in 1977 to Robert Challis-Oklahoma - still together Two daughters ages 44y and 40y and six beautiful grandchildren. Live in Texas. I love GOD and live life to its fullest. I am blessed beyond measure. I have family pets that give me a sense of devotion. Writing this blog has been an adventure of internal growth and I hope of interest to you.

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