Bowling Green

My daddy love that farm
He damnly worked these all to death
He love the fiddle tune he played them
To his dying breath
My mama was a saint
she left this earth too soon
If there’s a heaven up above
They’re dancing to a fiddle tune
Bowling Green
Bowling Green
There’s nothing left to those foothills
But a lonesome melodies
You can have my years
But you can’t have my memories
I’ll see you in my dreams bowling green
We’d often file the in the hardest part of June
We come in through diner then we play todoto
He’d love to the wagner the one from Tennessee
A little soldier’s joy called it payday in the army
Bowling Green
Bowling Green
There’s nothing left to those foothills
But a lonesome melodies
You can have my years
But you can’t have their memories
I’ll see you in my dreams bowling green
We tune in the gather around I don’t feel cold
We listened to Tommy Jackson’s course the
Now those days are over but the thoughts come back to me
Of the simple life down on the farm outside the bowling green
Bowling Green
Bowling Green
There’s nothing left to those foothills
But a lonesome melodies
You can have my years
But you can’t have their memories
I’ll see you in my dreams bowling green
Bowling Green
There’s nothing left to those foothills
But a lonesome melodies
You can have my years
But you can’t have their memories
I’ll see you in my dreams bowling green