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| C | C / G* F* |
[Verse 1]
C
I walked upon the front porch
G
Momma met me at the door
G
She said son I tried to call you
C
but you were on the road
F
She put her arms around me
C
And said it's bad news you know
G
Papa he's been holding on
C C G* F*
He don't have long to go
[Verse 2]
C
We all gathered around him
G
He had words to say
G
He talked about the good times
C
And the good old USA
F
He talked about the music
C
that we used to play
G
He looked out on the front porch
C
I could barely hear him say
[Chorus]
F
They’re tuning up my fiddle
C
they've rosined up my bow
G
The angels are preparing
C
For a country music show
F
I'm booked tonight in heaven
C
I must be on a roll
G
The band of angels need
F C
a fiddle in their show
[Solo]
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| G C | C | G* F*
[Verse 3]
C
I guess sadness brings a memory
G
When I was a boy sitting on that front porch
C
Me and papa making noise
F
Back then we called it music
C
We was my momma's stars
G
The front porch was the Opry stage
C
And the dream that took us far
[Chorus]
F
Their tuning up his fiddle
C
They've rosined up his bow
G
The angels are preparing
C
For a country music show
F
He's booked tonight in heaven
C
He must be on a roll
G
The band of angels need him
F C G A
To fiddle in their show
G
The band of angels need him
F C F G* C*
To fiddle in their show
