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

All 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 happy gather around I don't feel cold

We listened to Tommy Jackson's course the of the ride off the boat

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

But 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