This Old Radio Of Mine Words & Music By: John Voit & Red Johnson Pub: 2000 Count Music BMI This song was brought to me by John Voit, (who is also the producer of this project) I sat down with him and we added a couple of verses and it sounded good so I recorded it. It deals with the changes in country music, right or wrong. 1. I remember daddys' stories, Bout his trip to Tennessee How he saw E T and Lefty, on the Grand Ol Opry Son I wish you still could hear, Ol Hank and Patsy Cline The way they used to sound on this, Old Radio Of Mine 2. There's changes at the Opry, Music Row and TNN And the legends we all loved, have been scattered to the wind You won't hear Roy Acuff Son, or Johnny walk the line The way it used to sound on this, Old Radio Of Mine Cho: It was real country music, crying steel and lead guitars Fiddles dripping honey, for lovers in their cars You'd hear those love and cheatin songs Bout drinking too much wine Oh the way they used to sound on this, Old Radio Of Mine 3. Now country musics new breed, they're all singing like a bird If it were'nt for rock guitars and drums, they'd be the best I've heard They play them on the big top ten, and that would be just fine If It sounded like it did on this, Old Radio Of Mine 4. When you get old and tired Son, and thinking back of me Take my old friend and tune it to, the Grand Ol Opry When daddy gave it to me, T'was the best of it's kind Real country always played on this, Old Radio Of Mine Cho: I guess I'm from the Old School, I like music pure and sweet When Patsy, Hank and Lefty, would bring them to their feet Some folks think it's just old stuff, but so is vintage wine I heard the best there was on this, Old Radio Of Mine Tag: Real country always played on this, Old Radio Of Mine

Sunday Will Come Again Words and Music By: Red Johnson Pub: 2000 Count Music BMI If ever a story needs to be told it is this one.It is a true story told to me by my Daughter who was working in a nursing home at that time. This lady got up every sunday morning, dressed in her very best and waited for the kids that never came. But then maybe next sunday they will. 1. She's up on Sunday morning, Does her face and does her hair She wants to look her best, The kids will soon be there So she watches from her window, as the hours come and go And patiently she's waiting, for a car that she will know 2. As daylight turns to darkness, She lays back across her bed And pages through her pictures, And gives them her love instead There's no need for forgiveness, Eyes that love can see no wrong Cause a Mothers love is special, She will see them before long Cho: Cause Sunday Will Come Again, And they'll stop by to see her then That's what she's said since, "who knows when", Sunday Will Come Again 3. She didn't wake this morning, Yet she's in her Sunday best The angels came to see her, Then took her home to rest Time slipped away so quickly, How this took them by surprise She heard very few hello's, Now can she hear their good-byes Cho: But Sunday Will Come Again, And the only thing that's changed since then Is a different time and place for them, Sunday Will Come Again Yes Sunday Will Come Again, And just the way It's always been New fingers on the same old violin, Sunday Will Come Again Tag: New fingers play the same old violin, And Sunday Will Come Again

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