Gibson Brothers - They called it music

He w^Cent up on the mountain, to hear the old man p^Flay, and eve^Grything about him was steeped in the old time w^Cay. The s^Cound he made was stirring, it was magic it was f^Fun, when as^Gked what it was called back when he smiled and he said ^Cson.

They called it m^Gusic. In the church house in the fields, it was ho^Fnest it was simple and it he^Clped the hard times heal. It was m^Gusic, they sang it deep down in the mines, in d^Fark and lonesome pr^Cison cells, beh^Gind battle lines. They called it mu^Csic.

Our fat^Chers fathers fiddle tunes on Saturdays in t^Fown, stayed i^Gn our heads and hearts all week, until it came back ar^Cound. I sw^Cear the ghosts are with me, I can feel them when I p^Flay. It w^Gasn't all about the money like it is to^Cday.

They called it m^Gusic. In the church house in the fields, it was ho^Fnest it was simple and it he^Clped the hard times heal. It was m^Gusic, they sang it deep down in the mines, in d^Fark and lonesome pr^Cison cells, beh^Gind battle lines. They called it mu^Csic.

Oh he d^Cidn't need to read a word, to memorize a hy^Fmn, w^Gay down in your soul you know a seed was sown in t^Chen. There's a po^Cwer in those old songs, I hope will never f^Fade. Some l^Gove em' like their children and don't let them get a^Cway.

They called it m^Gusic. In the church house in the fields, it was ho^Fnest it was simple and it he^Clped the hard times heal. It was m^Gusic, they sang it deep down in the mines, in d^Fark and lonesome pr^Cison cells, beh^Gind battle lines. They called it mu^Csic.