(That's How I Learnt To Love) Good Old Country Mus

(Joe Babcock)



I remember daddy playing the Wildwood Flower

When we'd gather round the parlor of our home

Uncle Wesley played the fiddle and John R played the banjo

We'd pick and sing sometimes all night long.



Mama played the upright piano

And I guess it must've been a thing to hear

All the neighbors gathered round they loved that country sound

And it was surely music to our ears.



And that's how I learnt to love good old country music

There's somethin' about it close to my soul

I'm so glad everyone is lovin' good old country music

It's the music of the country and this country is my home.



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Many nights I went to bed without sleepin'

Just a listenin' to our beatup radio

I held the groundwire tight just to get a strain

Or two of a faroff song from Del Rio.



Oh, it faded in and out through the stand

But it made me dream of seeing Tennessee

And the greatest thrill of all was to see those hallowed halls

The Mother Church the Grand Ole Opry.



And that's how I learnt to love good old country music

There's somethin' about it close to my soul

I'm so glad everyone is lovin' good old country music

It's the music of the country and this country is my home.



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And that's how I learnt to love good old country music

There's somethin' about it close to my soul

I'm so glad everyone is lovin' good old country music

It's the music of the country and this country is my home...