Your Grand Ole Walls

Your Grand Ole Walls

Your birthday fiddle filled the air

In nineteen twenty-five,

Your broadcast sent the signal out

Country is alive,

With iron wills and steel guitars

They traveled to your door,

From orange blossom country

To the wide Pacific shore.

Your grand ole walls

Sent a message to them all,

In sequin suits and worn-out boots

They answered every call,

They sailed the skies on speckled birds

And rode on cannonballs,

To stand there on that Opry stage

Inside your grand ole walls.

Through their youth, your songs would bring them

Stories, far from home,

When they grew, they came to you

With stories of their own,

From Butcher Holler to Rocky Top

They heard you loud and clear,

And brought the gold down from the hills

For all of us to hear.

Your grand ole walls

Sent a message to them all,

In sequin suits and worn-out boots

They answered every call,

They sailed the skies on speckled birds

And rode on cannonballs,

To stand there on that Opry stage

Inside your grand ole walls.

With old guitars, in dusty bars

They heard your gentle call,

You held the heart of country music

Inside your grand ole walls.

p.s. In case you are a member of a Bluegrass, Folk, or Western group (or know someone who is) and might be interested in co-writing, please let me know - dennisgoodwin1947@gmail.com