Jay Ungar - Backyard symphony

GO^DNNA TELL YOU 'BOUT A PICKIN' PARTY DOWN ON THE LOWER FORTY BACK OF GRANDMA'S PL^AACE. SHE INVITED FRIENDS AND NEIGHBORS FROM A HUNDRED MILES A ROUND AND I WISH YOU COULD HAVE SEEN HER F^DACE

TO HAVE A B^D7IG OLD T^GIME. THEY'ER PICKIN' TUNES THAT COULD TUG YOUR HE^DART STRINGS, SINGIN' SO^ANGS THAT COULD MAKE YOU C^DRY

I^DT WAS A ROUGH CUT RHAPSODY, FULL OF HOMEMADE HAR^AMONY MUSIC THAT COULD SET YOU FREE, IT WAS A BACK YARD SYM^DPHONY

W^DELL, WE PUSHED BACK THE CHAIRS AND WE DANCED A FEW SQUARES THAT LASTED INTO THE NEXT D^AAY. MY AUNTIE JANE WAS THE CALLER AND HOW SHE COULD HOLLER. SHE DIDN'T EVEN USE THE ^DPA

B^D7EAT THE B^GAND. THE MUSIC HELPED TO MAKE THE MA^DGIC WHEN I H^AELD MY DARLI'N BY THE H^DAND

I^DT WAS A ROUGH CUT RHAPSODY, FULL OF HOMEMADE HAR^AMONY MUSIC THAT COULD SET YOU FREE, IT WAS A BACK YARD SYM^DPHONY

M^DUST'A BEEN A DOZEN FIDDLES AND A PECK OF GUITARS AND UNCLE BUBBA BROUGHT THE OLD STRING B^AASS. WE SANG OLD SONGS AND NEW SONGS, HAPPY SONGS, TRUE SONGS, KIDS A RUNNIN' EVER^DYPLACE.

DAD WAS ON THE E^D7DGE OF TE^GARS. SHE PLAYED AN OLD COUNTRY WALTZ AND LOTS OF FO^DLKS DANCIN' CLOSE HADN'T HE^ALD EACH OTHER THAT WAY FOR YE^DARS.

I^DT WAS A ROUGH CUT RHAPSODY, FULL OF HOMEMADE HAR^AMONY MUSIC THAT COULD SET YOU FREE, IT WAS A BACK YARD SYM^DPHONY

N^DOW I USED TO PLAY THE FIDDLE, I DANCED QUITE A LITTLE, BUT NOW I PLAY THE RA^ADIO. I'M GETTIN' OLDER, I'M AILIN', MY BODY IS FAILIN' MY EYES AND EARS ARE STARTING TO ^DGO, BUT REGARDLESS OF AGE THERE ARE THINGS THAT DON'T CHANGE. IF I LIVE TO BE ONE HU^D7NDRED AND T^GEN. THE MEMORY'S DEEP IN MY HEART AND ANY^DTIME THAT I WANT I CL^AOSE MY EYES AND BE THERE AG^DAIN.

I^DT WAS A ROUGH CUT RHAPSODY, FULL OF HOMEMADE HAR^AMONY MUSIC THAT COULD SET YOU FREE, IT WAS A BACK YARD SYM^DPHONY I^DT WAS A ROUGH CUT RHAPSODY, FULL OF HOMEMADE HAR^AMONY MUSIC THAT COULD SET YOU FREE, IT WAS A BACK YARD SYM^DPHONY B^DY NOW YOU KNOW IT MEANT A LOT TO ME, OUR LITTLE B^AACK YARD....., BACK YARD SY^DMPHONY