No Song to Sing (3:01)

No Song to Sing (3:01)

Label Contact:
8 Track Entertainment - 8trackent.com
Gary Kraen, GM
gary@8trackent.com

Claire Taylor, VP
claire@8trackent.com

Songwriters, Publishers & PRO:
Dan Tyminski (IPI #: 00231729775) / Dan Tyminski Music / BMI
Monty Criswell (IPI #: 00213964374) / Spirit Nashville One Crescendo / BMI
Tunes of Fluid / BMI (Admin. by Spirit Nashville One Crescendo)
Rust and Chrome Music / BMI (Admin. by Spirit Nashville One Crescendo)

LYRICS

In a holler way back in Virginia
I heard a voice callin’ my name
I followed that sound through that old sacred ground
Was the first time I heard sarold James
Was the first time I heard sarold James

It felt like the back porch of heaven
Where the angels would gather to sing
There were banjos and fiddles and a man in the middle
There was fire comin’ out of those string
He could sure make that ol’ guitar ring
If not for the bluegrass way back in these hills
If not for those high lonesome strings
I’d have no love to call my own
I’d have no song to sing
I’d have no song to sing

So many old country stages
So many good friends I have made
With some help from the Lord, I might make some more
With this worn out old guitar I’ll play
With this worn out old guitar I’ll play

If not for the bluegrass way back in these hills
If not for those high lonesome strings
I’d have no love to call my own
I’d have no song to sing
I’d have no song to sing