I remember, oh so clearly, in that southern college town
Knoxville grass was playing, I was sitting in the crowd
We were second generation, and it really made me proud
Bluegrass we changing, moving to the there and now
When a tap up on my shoulder and a whisper in my ear brought me the news of his passing
The day that Lester died-I hung my head and cried
Tears for the man and the sound from days gone by
The songs will live on, we'll sing them again
Somehow it will never be the same
Well, I only got to see him two or three times in my life
Once it was in Nashville, on the air of Martha Pine
I was mesmerized by his spellbound, though I really do not why
Perhaps it was the crooked hat, the twinkle in his eye
Well, I guess I took for granted how he had paved the way until the moment we lost him
* Refrain
Well, I guess I took for granted how he had paved the way until the moment we lost him
* Refrain
Oh, the songs will live on, we'll sing them again
Somehow it will never be the same
On my mind, on my mind
He are always be in my heart and on my mind