| I was roaming round in Nashville in the state of Tennessee
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| For I love that country music it’s as soulful as can be I have gathered their the records for I cherished every name
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| So I found myself a standing in the Country Hall of Fame
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| My heart beat somewhat faster as I walked in through the door
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| For I heard the sound of voices I had often heard before
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| A happy kind of sadness brought a teardrop to my eye
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| Now I’ll tell you what I saw there and I’m sure that you’ll see why
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| Jimmie Rodgers' railroad lantern and his faithful old guitar
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| I could hear that old blue yodel coming from somewhere afar
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| Roy Acuff in bronze likeness with that great Fred Rose his friend
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| And I heard that Wabash Cannonball somewhere around the bend
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| The guitar of Eddy Arnold memories of Cattle Call
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| Chet Atkins will be with him when the work’s all done this fall
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| From the autoharp of Maybelle Wildwood Flower seems to ring
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| Rally Packett and Gid Penner how they all could pick and sing
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| I could hear George Hay announcin' as I stood there in the room
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| I could hear Tex Ritter singing his classic song High Noon
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| Minnie Pearl so glad to be there and Hank Snow keeps Movin' On May the Lord bless those still living and the ones who’s joined his throne
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| Cowboy Copas Hawkshaw Hawkins Gentleman Jim and Patsy Cline
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| Rod Bradsfield Ira Louvin these stars will always shine
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| Ernest Tubb and great Red Foley and Hank Williams bless his name
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| Though some are gone they’ll live forever in the Country Hall of Fame |