I walked upon the front porch

Momma met me at the door

She said,

Son I tried to call you but

you were on the road



She put her arms around me

said, It's bad news you know

Papa he's been holdin' on

He don't have long to go



We all gathered around him

He had words to say

He talked about the good times

and the good old USA



He talked about the music

that we used to play

He looked out on the

front porch

I could barely hear him say



They're tunin' up my fiddle

They've rosined up my bow

The angels are preparin'

for a country music show



I'm booked tonight in heaven

I must be on a roll

The band of angels need

a fiddle in their show



Instrumental Break



I guess sadness brings a

memory when I was a boy

Sittin' on that front porch

me and papa makin' noise



Back then we called it music

We was my momma's stars

The front porch was the

Opry stage and the dream

that took us far



They're tunin' up his fiddle

They've rosined up his bow

The angels are preparin'

for a country music show



He's booked tonight in heaven

He must be on a roll

The band of angels need him

to fiddle in their show



The band of angels need him

to fiddle in their show