Sheâ??s beautiful, grey and fragile
A faded Rolce from the Oklahoma dirt
I have come to treasure every Sunday

We get to see and visit after church.
CHORUS
She started out with nothing but a song and a prayer

On a south bound bus with a dream to get somewhere
She followed the music and it took her on the road
Silver thread and golden needles

Brought her from Rags to Rinestones.
Talking, talking listen to the good stuff
Songs that hurt and heal the still guitar

Then she pulled that worn out record cover
Said this one here is closest to my heart.
CHORUS

She started out with nothing but a song and a prayer
On a south bound bus with a dream to get somewhere
She followed the music and it took her on the road

Silver thread and golden needles
Brought her from Rags to Rinestones.
Sometimes I feel so small when Iâ??m standing on that stage

I look right pass the crowd and I donâ??t feel so afraid
I think back to all those Sundays -
How,

CHORUS
She started out with nothing but a song and a prayer
On a south bound bus with a dream to get somewhere

She followed the music and it took her on the road
Silver thread and golden needles
Brought her from Rags to Rinestones.

Rags to Rinestones.
Rags to Rinestones.
Rags to Rinestones.