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
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 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
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 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