(Dolly Parton) We sang a love song the day that we met You thought that we made the perfect duet You liked my performance so you wanted to know If
Ah, the whistle sang the bluest note Like it came from his own throat Moanin' sad and cryin' low Rollin' and ramblin' Women loved him half to death He sang
There was a time when I thought of no other and we sang our own love's refrain Our hearts beat as one as we had our fun but time changes everything When
ribbon in the summer breeze entwined in curls of gold And the robin red brest's voice did sweetly blend With a little schoolmate chior as they sang oh
see What I had called my brother on Now he had every right to call on me Don't ever cuss that fiddle, boy Unless you want that fiddle out of tune That
breath of spring And when I looked into her eyes I thought it blue as a summer skies When I held her hand in mine I heard the bluebirds sing They sang
old lover I used to know I wish I could follow them back to the homeland Every time I hear one on my radio Twin fiddles playin' in my memory My Daddy sang
just to get the diddle flowing Sang a gaelic song there was no radio When they got to the dance They could hear the fiddle playing The could see the
dealach just to get the diddle flowing Sang a gaelic song there was no radio When they got to the dance They could hear the fiddle playing The could
The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on your cheeks You sang me a song as pure as the breeze On a road
see What I had called my brother on Now he had every right to call on me Don't ever cuss that fiddle boy Unless you want that fiddle out of tune That
again It was a private conversation No one heard him say That girl he left behind him Was two thousand miles away He just sang boy pick up that fiddle
When the mandolin sang like a bird on the wing In the hands of Bill Monroe When Chet played guitar like a walk in the park Like a prodigal son coming
I used to know, wish I could follow them back to the homeland every time, I hear one on my radio. Twin fiddles playing in my memory, My daddy sang
see What I had called my brother on now he had every right to call on me Don't ever cuss the fiddle boy unless you want the fiddle out of tune That
whistle sang the bluest note Like it came from his own throat Moanin' sad and cryin' low Rollin' and ramblin' Women loved him half to death He sang with