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Daddy would drive - ev'ry Saturday night - to the top of the hill/ He'd park the car - light a cigar - 'n turn the radio on/We'd listen to - the sounds comin' through - from West Virginia / That bluegrass station - so far, far away.//
Chorus: Oh, how our toes got tapping - Steel guitar kept on ringing - Banjo plucking out that melody!
Late at night - the conditions were right - if the stars were shining/We'd fall asleep - my brother and me - in the back of the car/ Mom and Dad - holding hands - sitting in the front seat. Humming to - those lonesome and blue - hillbilly songs.
Chorus: Oh, how our toes got tapping - Steel guitar kept on ringing - Banjo plucking out that melody!
We'd sit out there - in the country air - 'til the battery died/Mom would pull out the clutch - Dad would give us a push - We'd coast the downhill side/We'd drive around - get the battery wound - for the homeward journey. With a sputter and a spark - we'd drive through the dark - 'til we got down to town.
Chorus: Oh, how our toes got tapping - Steel guitar kept on ringing - Banjo plucking out that melody!
Daddy would drive - ev'ry Saturday night - to the top of the hill/ He'd park the car - light a cigar - 'n turn the radio on.
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