When I was just a little boy we lived down on a farm
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Seven miles from nowhere and a hundred miles from harm
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We made our livin' from the dirt if anything would grow
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And we got our country music from a big old radio
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And we had Bill Monroe for breakfast every day
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Then we'd head out to the fields a hoein' corn and mowin' hay
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Aw mama loved his singin' daddy loved to hear him play
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And we had Bill Monroe for breakfast every day
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[ fiddle - mandolin ]
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We had a big old battery that ran the radio
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Sometimes we run it down a listenin' to the Opry Show
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But we all had our instruments and most of us could play
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So we had Bill Monroe for breakfast anyway
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We had Bill Monroe for breakfast...
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Mama was a lady and my daddy liked to preach
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All we ever had was just a place to eat and sleep
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If I could go back home again back to the simple ways
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Oh we'd have Bill Monroe for breakfast every day
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We had Bill Monroe for breakfast...
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We had Bill Monroe for breakfast every day
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Bill Monroe For Breakfast
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| Tom T. Hall |
