C
G7
I walked upon the front porch momma met me at the door
C
She said son I tried to call you but you were on the road
F
C
She put her arms around me and said it’s bad news you know
G7
C
Papa he’s been holding on he don’t have long to go
G7
We all gathered around him he had words to say
C
He talked about the good times and the good old USA
F
C
He talked about the music that we used to play
G7
C
He looked out on the front porch I could barely hear him say
F
C
They´re tuning up my fiddle they’ve rosined up my bow
G7
C
The angels are preparing for a country music show
F
C
I’m booked tonight in heaven I must be on a roll
G7
F
C
The band of angels need a fiddle in their show
G7
I guess sadness brings a memory when I was a boy
C
Sitting on that front porch me and papa making noise
F
C
Back then we called it music we was my momma’s stars
G7
C
The front porch was the Opry stage and the dream that took us far
F
C
Their tuning up his fiddle they’ve rosined up his bow
G7
C
The angels are preparing for a country music show
F
C
He’s booked tonight in heaven he must be on a roll
G7
F
C
The band of angels need him to fiddle in their show
G7
F
C
The band of angels need him to fiddle in their show
C
G7
F
