Michael V. Doane James Alvin (His Song) lyrics

There was a little boy
from Nebraska (a town called Palisade)
raised on beef
and Mommy's noodles, and her lemonade

He grew up to be a soldier
a corporal, a marine.
And he married a pretty lady
named Betty.

Listen and you'll hear him
hum a tune.
A simple country song
all about the blues.

His Song
It can take him places
he's always wanted to go.
It can't lift his spirit so high.
It can help him run away
and nobody else will know.
The words tell his story
the notes set him free.
His Song.
His Song.

He raised a little family he was proud of
all before he became ill.
And made sure they were taken care of
and made them prouder still.


And if you ask him where he's going
for one last time around...
Hangin' at the Grand Ol Opry
he'd be found.

Listen and you'll hear him
sing along.
George, Willie, Merle
or any country song. (yea, yea!)

His Song
It can take him places
he's always wanted to go.
It can't lift his spirit so high.
It can help him run away
and nobody else will know.
The words tell his story
the notes set him free.
His Song.
His Song.

Break.

Drivin' cross country
Let his song bring him home.
Bring him on home, bring him on home
Bring him, bring him, bring him on home now.