In a holler way back in Virginia I heard a voice calling my name I followed that sound through that old sacred ground Was the first time I heard Sarah James Was the first time I heard Sarah James
It felt like the back porch of heaven Where the angels what gather to sing There are banjos and federals and a man in the middle There was fire coming out of those strings He could sure make that old guitar ring
If not for the bluegrass way back in Eastfield If not for those hard awesome strings I have no love to call my own I'd have no song to sing I'd have no song to sing
So many old country stages So many good friends I have made With some help from the Lord I might peg some more With this worn out old guitar I play With this worn out old guitar I play
If not for the bluegrass way back in Eastfield If not for those hard awesome strings I have no love to call my own I'd have no song to sing I'd have no song to singTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
