Texty:
Bluegrass

from Tennessee Though I might be from Missouri I'm as Bluegrass as can be A life of Bluegrass music With friends and family I'm an all American Bluegrass

You're a midnight angel, at twelve is when you start Searching for a victim to feed your hungry heart You say you don't love me, still I wait all alone

I thought I'd take a quick ride To ease my worried mind. But lonesome was the blacktop, So I pulled off to the side. As I drove into the parking lot,

I came into the parlor, a precious soul had gone home, I grieved with the family who'd been left all alone, The tears were freely flowing their grief

Times were hard but they were fun in 1941 The year that Jim and Catherine fell in love They were graduating college, their heads were full of knowledge

"I met a soldier, on the base at Fort Hood. I said, 'how do you do it?' He said, 'there's bad with the good.' And no matter how tough it gets, The soldier

seen Ridin' the Bluegrass Express Ridin' the Bluegrass Express This train will soon be gone And I'm goin' home on the Bluegrass Express Ridin' the Bluegrass

behind Hearts like the ones in my home place are so hard to find I'm in a bluegrass state of mind I'm in a blue, blue, bluegrass state of mind

Love is you Love is you Haa, my TV barks at me from the corner Life on the street is like a sauna, it's too hot Put bars around what you've got (What