Is The Grass Any Bluer - Rhonda Vincent

You rolled out of Rosine a dedicated man

You drove those country back roads

To a thousand one-night stands

The music from your mandolin

Spread like wildfire in the wind

And echoed through the hollows and the hills

So tell me Bill

Is the grass any bluer on the other side

Did it look like gold Kentucky

When the gates swung open wide

Bet the good Lord's got you playin'

Somewhere up there every night

Is the grass any bluer on the other side

I heard you on the Opry

When I was just a kid

I tried my best to learn to sing

And play the way you did

Just like me the day you died

The guitars and the fiddles cried

The music ain't the same without you Bill;

We miss you still

Is the grass any bluer on the other side

Did it look like gold Kentucky

When the gates swung open wide

Bet the good Lord's got you playin'

Somewhere up there every night

Is the grass any bluer on the other side

Just like me the day you died

The guitars and the fiddles cried

The music ain't the same without you Bill;

We miss you still

Is the grass any bluer on the other side

Did it look like gold Kentucky

When the gates swung open wide

Bet the good Lord's got you playin'

Somewhere up there every night

Is the grass any bluer on the other side

Is the grass any bluer on the other side