Love That Music Still (for Red Yates)

Love that Music Still

Smile on his face, pep in his step
No one ever saw him frown one bit
You could hear him laugh from near and far
As he picked it on stage, or played it in his car

Not only could Red play that lonesome sound
He had played all kinds of music all around the town
But he never heard a note that could make him frown
Red loved that music so

Chorus

Cause we love that music still
We'll play til our time is nil.
Everyday we will gather round
With our friends who love that lonesome sound

We will play til our fingers bleed
You never know if it's your time to leave
So everyday let us gather round
With our friends who love that lonesome sound


Now here in the town we can hear him still
In the passing tones, of our jigs and reels
We hope he knows we can hear him play
In that land that is far away

Chorus

Cause we love that music still
We'll play til our time is nil.
Everyday we will gather round
With our friends who love that lonesome sound

We will play til our fingers bleed
We never know when it's our time to leave
Everyday we will gather round
With our friends who love that lonesome sound

(Written by Jeff Mosier on Sept. 30, 2004 for musician Red Yates shortly after his death.)