Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [?] she left this earth too soon If there's a heaven up above They're dancing to a fiddle tune [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] We tune in the [?] gather around I don't feel cold We listened to Tommy Jackson's course the [?] Now those days are over but the thoughts come back to me Of the simple life down on the farm outside the bowling green [Chorus] 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 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