He 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 hollers and the hills

So tell me Bill

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Is the grass any bluer on the other side

Did it look like old 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

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

Chorus:

Is the grass any bluer on the other side…

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

Chorus:

Is the grass any bluer on the other side…

Is the grass any bluer on the other side