I remember daddy playing the Wildwood Flower
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When we'd gather round the parlor of our home
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Uncle Wesley played the fiddle and John R played the banjo
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We'd pick and sing sometimes all night long
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Mama played the upright piano and I guess it must've been a thing to hear
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All the neighbors gathered round they loved that country sound
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And it was surely music to our ears
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And that's how I learnt to love good old country music
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There's somethin' about it close to my soul
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I'm so glad everyone is lovin' good old country music
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It's the music of the country and this country is my home
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[ ac.guitar ]
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Many nights I went to bed without sleepin' just a listenin' to our beatup radio
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I held the groundwire tight just to get a strain or two of a faroff song from Del Rio
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Oh it faded in and out through the stand but it made me dream of seeing Tennessee
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And the greatest thrill of all was to see those hallowed halls
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The Mother Church the Grand Ole Opry
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And that's how I learnt...
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[ el.banjo ]
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And that's how I learnt...
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(that's How I Learnt To Love) Good Old Country Music
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| Porter Wagoner |
