Country Colored Memories
My sister was a musical little girl
When she was small, she would
Shimmy up next to daddy’s leg
While his fiddle sound filled our world
Sister inherited daddy’s genes
She played guitar the best
You ever seen
Sister couldn’t read a note
She played music by ear, The
Lyrics she sat and wrote
Sister Star started a small country band
They were called Dusty Roads
They had plenty of fans
Star left some big shoes to fill
When I hear a guitar playing
I think of Star still
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A fisherman needs patience and he needs a good lureSitting on the creek bank can sometimes be the cure My daddy liked to fish and sometimes he would sayWhat do you think mama? Are the fish biting today I could...
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All flowers get their name from someplace. So is the case with the Bouncing Betty Soapwort. Meet Betty to know the influence she had on this fragrant tough little plant. What happened when Betty was bouncing around on the Prairie?...