15 long years have passed Dad, miss you with all my heart
We knew you have to leave us, was still so hard to part
The park it is still open, for all your friends to come
The Bluegrass is still playing until the weekends done
Some things have changed down here a bit, we hope that you approve
I know you would, great grandkids, there's becoming a few
Your son has had his hands full, at the problems that arise
But there's good friends who help him out and that is no surprise
Mom's still down here and doing fine, but we are sure you're on her mind
She's adjusted quite well without you here, I'm sure there's time and still some tears
Craig, he's still in Palm Springs the place with all the charm
No chores for him out there, you know he didn't like the farm
You'd be so proud of tractors too, the boys have done in remembrance of you
The John Deere's the wrong color I know you would say
But it is Jerry's so I know it's okay
The Allis is like the one that you had, Alan's so proud, it's all for you Dad.
The family still works at the Bluegrass show, the gate, sound system and ice cream you know.
The cook shack, the parking it takes quite a few, We do for the love and remembering you.
There's friends up there who've left us and one comes right to mind
The man you thought the world of you, you're buddy Daryle Cline.
Bill Blackburn was another one who had to leave this farm. I know that he is with you, with a fiddle in his arm
Your old friend Jack marriot, I know he's at your side I hope you're looking all around you, might see Charlie pride
Lloyd and Twy are also gone to be with you up there, And Charlie Hardin blessed us all with music he would share
There's one you miss that are still down here, I'll just name a few
Buck Pastorious, George and June Newton, Snyders, Jim and Marylou
The Quigleys, Jr and ken are still amongst our friends, And Barry Barker, a Bluegrass fan, is faithful till the end
I know you miss Dick Hugill, and he's still getting along, Bob Lewis he's on stage tonight, a singing to our Mom
There are lots of folks who never knew Jim Prater, "Bluegrass fan", But if they camp at this Park, they'll feel him on his land.
Fifteen long year have passed, dad. It's now the 20th show, It's took this long for to read a poem that I wrote
The pain has lessened somewhat, Dad for many but not me, But here I am on stage for you and you up here with me.
