The Band of Brothers: MP3s/Lyrics

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Note from Michael: This song arose from a story that Jamie told me one evening about his family doing exactly what the song relates: driving the family car up on a hill to listen to a faraway radio station in Wheeling, West Virginia. It was such a great story that I began composing the song on the spot, singing out lyrics and working out an arrangement on my guitar. Jamie picked up a pencil and wrote out some additional lyrics - the next day I put our ideas together to complete the song!

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.

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.

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.

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.