The Country Hall of Fame

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