Текст песни Rhonda Vincent - Is The Grass Any Bluer
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You rolled out of Rosine, a dedicated man.You drove those country back roads to a thousand one-night stands.The music from your mandolin, spread like wildfire in the wind,And echoed through the hollows and the hills, so tell me, Bill:Is the grass any bluer on the other side?Did it look like gold Kentucky when the gates swung open wide?Bet the good Lord`s got you playin` somewhere up there every night.Is the grass any bluer on the other side?Instrumental break.I heard you on the Opry when I was just a kid.I tried my best to learn to sing and play the way you did.Just like me, the day you died, the guitars and the fiddles cried.The music ain`t the same without you, Bill; we miss you still.Is the grass any bluer on the other side?Did it look like gold Kentucky when the gates swung open wide?Bet the good Lord`s got you playin` somewhere up there every night.Is the grass any bluer on the other side?Instrumental break.Just like me, the day you died, the guitars and the fiddles cried.The music ain`t the same without you, Bill; we miss you still.Is the grass any bluer on the other side?Did it look like gold Kentucky when the gates swung open wide?Bet the good Lord`s got you playin` somewhere up there every night.Is the grass any bluer on the other side?Is the grass any bluer on the other side?