Letras:
Vincent Rhonda

Bill might be from Kentucky And Jimmy from Tennessee I'm an All American Bluegrass girl And proud as I can be Each day I greet the mornin' With the sounds

You're a midnight angel, at twelve is when you start Searching for a victim to feed your hungry heart You say you don't love me, still I wait all alone

I thought I'd take a quick ride To ease my worried mind. But lonesome was the blacktop, So I pulled off to the side. As I drove into the parking lot,

I came into the parlor, a precious soul had gone home, I grieved with the family who'd been left all alone, The tears were freely flowing their grief

Times were hard but they were fun in 1941 The year that Jim and Catherine fell in love They were graduating college, their heads were full of knowledge

"I met a soldier, on the base at Fort Hood. I said, 'how do you do it?' He said, 'there's bad with the good.' And no matter how tough it gets, The soldier

Like the weather your heart changes with each season Springtime, summer, fall and winter too Though I know I'll never understand the reason I still wonder

I'm callin' from a pay phone, I was headin' out of town I really meant to leave this time but I guess I'm havin' doubts It's hard for me to walk away

Banjo Intro: 4 4 1 1 5 5 1 1 1 1 Chorus: 4 4 1 1 4 4 1 1 1 1 1 1 5 5 1 1 Now listen close and you can hear Their mournful cries ring through the