My dead bluegrass daddy As soon as he had me We bummed here from green Tennessee He bought him a milktruck And he tried hard to stay drunk He bounced me a ride on his knee
He said "Life's little highway Has its ups and downs You will laugh and then you will cry And whenever some bad weather Brings you down you just Climb on your banjo and fly"
My dead Blue Ridge mamma Was not a soprano But she sang me a true lullaby She'd whisper a riddle And she'd whine on her fiddle Bring tears into everyone's eyes
He said "Life's little highway Has its ups and downs You will laugh and then you will cry And whenever some bad weather Brings you down you just Climb on your fiddle and fly"
My dead blue-eyed childhood Got lost in the wildwood One day with the Queen of Mistakes I've paid my dues plenty And I'm no longer twenty Still kissin' luck's hand for a break
He said "Life's little highway Has its ups and downs You will laugh and then you will cry And whenever some bad weather Brings you down you just Climb on your music and fly"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
