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?

Instrumental break

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?

Instrumental break

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?