Mildred Madalyn Johnson   Born in the autumn of 1916   A shy, pretty girl from east Texas   Religious and restless   Humble and kind as a person could be      She loved to sing in the choir, 'loud and inspired   Her head tilted down, keeping time   Or tell stories with friends after supper   Ignoring the hour   A Calico cat fast asleep at her side      And she loved to drive her big red car   Though she couldn't see over the hood very far   She'd back out the driveway   And point that thing down the road   We'd say, "Lord, there she goes"      Her hair was silver and messy   She walked in a hurry   Worried about wasting the day   Some nights she sat at her dresser   Composing long letters   Falling asleep with a pen in her hand      And she loved to drive her big red car   A scarf 'round her shoulders, her foot to the floor   Down to the grocery, she'd wave goodbye   And we'd pray, "Lord, bring her back safe"      And she loved to drive her big red car   Though she couldn't see over the hood very far   She'd back out the driveway   And point that thing down the road   We'd say, "Lord, there she goes"      Mildred Madalyn Johnson   Marvelous woman   I was so lucky to call her my friend