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[Verse 1]
C F
He went up on the mountain, to hear the old man play,
G C
and everything about him was steeped in the old time way.
C F
The sound he made was stirring, it was magic it was fun,
G C
when asked what it was called back when he smiled and he said son.
[Chorus]
G
They called it music. In the church house in the fields,
F C
it was honest it was simple and it helped the hard times heal.
G F
It was music, they sang it deep down in the mines, in dark
C G C
and lonesome prison cells, behind battle lines. They called it music.
[Verse 2]
C F
Our fathers fathers fiddle tunes on Saturdays in town,
G C
stayed in our heads and hearts all week, until it came back around.
C F
I swear the ghosts are with me, I can feel them when I play.
G C
It wasn't all about the money like it is today.
[Chorus]
G
They called it music. In the church house in the fields,
F C
it was honest it was simple and it helped the hard times heal.
G F
It was music, they sang it deep down in the mines, in dark
C G C
and lonesome prison cells, behind battle lines. They called it music.
[Verse 3]
C F
Oh he didn't need to read a word, to memorize a hymn,
G C
way down in your soul you know a seed was sown in then.
C F
There's a power in those old songs, I hope will never fade.
G C
Some love em' like their children and don't let them get away.
[Chorus]
G
They called it music. In the church house in the fields,
F C
it was honest it was simple and it helped the hard times heal.
G F
It was music, they sang it deep down in the mines, in dark
C G C
and lonesome prison cells, behind battle lines. They called it music.
