Wedding Song Testo

Driving from Cleveland to Boston, thought of turning left at BuffaloAnd going to see a girl who was living up in Toronto
And who I knew when I was a kid
Lord knows what we all did
I believe she was my one chance to marry young
To have some dark-haired daughters and some guitar-pickin' sons
And try and realize my plan to raise a real fine bluegrass band
I had an awful long way to go, and I had been travellin' alone
What if I'd showed up and said, «Why don't you come on to the show?»
Things might be different now
But what if she'd said no?
I believe she was my one chance to marry young
To have a fiddlin' daughter and a banjo-pickin' son
And try and realize my plan to raise a real fine bluegrass band
I never picked up the telephone
I never saw the shores of Lake Ontario
I never dialed that area code
I never saw the shores of Lake Ontario
I believe she was my one chance to marry young
To have a dobro daughter and a mandolin-pickin' son
And try and realize my plan to raise a real fine bluegrass band
Seems I'm always on my way back home. What's that they say makes a house a home?
I got nothing waiting for me there except my big old piano
It's not a matter of things gone wrong, only things left undone
Ask not for whom the bells ring. They shall never ring for me