Wedding Song

Driving from Cleveland to Boston
Thought of turning left at Buffalo
And going to see a girl that was living up in Toronto
And who I knew when I was a kid
Lord knows what all we did
But I believe she was my one chance to marry young
Have some dark haired daughters
And some guitar pickin' sons
And try and realize my plan
To raise a real fine bluegrass band
But I had an awful long way to go
And I had been travelin' alone
What if I had showed up and said
Why don’t you come on to the show?
Things might be different now
But what if she’d said no?
I believe she was my one chance to marry young
Have a fiddlin' daughter
And a banjo pickin' son
And try and realize my plan
To raise a real fine bluegrass band
But I never picked up the telephone
I never saw the shores of Lake Ontario
I never dialed that area code
I never saw the shores of Lake Ontario
But I believe she was my one chance to marry young
Have a dobro daughter
And a mandolin pickin' son
And try and realize my plan
To raise a real fine bluegrass band
Seems I’m always on my way back home
What’s that they say makes a house a home?
I got nothin' waitin' for me there
‘Cept my big ol' piano
It’s not a matter of things gone wrong
Only things left undone
I believe she was my one chance to marry young
Have some dark haired daughters
Some guitar pickin' sons
And finally realize my plan
And raise a real fine bluegrass band
Ask not for whom the bells ring
Ask not for whom the bells ring
Ask not for whom the bells ring
They shall never ring for me