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Daddy's Ole Six String

Daddy's Ole Six String

49 Miles and I'll hit Bowling Green
There’s always Less Time
When there’s distance in Between
82 Miles Bluegrass Parkway 
End to End
I called you up and you 
Said Honey where you been 
And when are you coming Home
Sure I miss my Momma and
I miss my Daddy So 
And sometimes I cry 
When I hear the Radio
All my Dad played 
The Wildwood Flower 
And Sing Thank 
God for this Day
On and Old 
Six String Guitar 
On the Neck
Labeled Kay
I grew up in a Holler
And almost ten years ago
I took a chance an I hit the Road
Daddy taught me Listen
And he taught me to Understand
Never trust the Heart of a Mortal man
He said be a Friend in Jesus
And Don’t forget to Pray
I know you’ll find the right road Someday
All My life I heard 
The Wildwood Flower
And he’d sing thank
God for this Day
On and old Six String
On the Neck Labeled Kay
All my Life I heard my Daddy Play
I went all the way to Texas
All I got was Sand 
I’m tired of tarring up 
This Black top with this 
Guitar in my Hand
I’m heading back to Nashville 
And that’s where I’ll land
Back in the Arms of my 
Tennessee Man
On and Old six string guitar on the
Neck was the Label Kay 
All my life I heard my Daddy Play

                           
                                

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