| You rolled out of Rosine, a dedicated man
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| You drove those country back roads to a thousand one-night stands
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| The music from your mandolin, spread like wildfire in the wind
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| And echoed through the hollows and the hills, so tell me, Bill:
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| Is the grass any bluer on the other side?
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| Did it look like gold Kentucky when the gates swung open wide?
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| Bet the good Lord’s got you playin' somewhere up there every night
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| Is the grass any bluer on the other side?
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| Instrumental break
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| I heard you on the Opry when I was just a kid
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| I tried my best to learn to sing and play the way you did
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| Just like me, the day you died, the guitars and the fiddles cried
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| The music ain’t the same without you, Bill; |
| we miss you still
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| Is the grass any bluer on the other side?
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| Did it look like gold Kentucky when the gates swung open wide?
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| Bet the good Lord’s got you playin' somewhere up there every night
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| Is the grass any bluer on the other side?
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| Instrumental break
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| Just like me, the day you died, the guitars and the fiddles cried
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| The music ain’t the same without you, Bill; |
| we miss you still
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| Is the grass any bluer on the other side?
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| Did it look like gold Kentucky when the gates swung open wide?
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| Bet the good Lord’s got you playin' somewhere up there every night
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| Is the grass any bluer on the other side?
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| Is the grass any bluer on the other side? |