Lyrics

A Song For Holger

Copyright 2023 Calvin Vollrath & Virgil Brown

I’ve got an old wooden radio
It’s got some tubes inside that make it glow
But like a mystery with no clues
It only plays them natch’l blues

Every Saturday from three to five
That old radio wake up and come alive
Turnoff your tv and all that awful news
And fill your soul up with them natch’l blues

The snow blow in across the Stoney plain
With a wind so cold it caused me pain
Like a fool I brought my summer sock and shoes
And learned the meaning of them natch’l blues

Oh my lonesome soul
I got to get out on the highway and roll
You might be lucky to be old and grey
Them old natch’l blues will never fade away

This young fiddler come down from Saint Paul
Just to rosin up the bow for y’all
Don’t scratch you head, don’t be confused
This country boy can play them natch’l blues

I’ve got an old wooden radio
It’s got some tubes inside that make it glow
But like a mystery with no clues
It only plays them natch’l blues