Bo Phillips Band - Jonesin' for George Lyrics

A boy of just three
On daddy's knee
Watching the tubes bring the light
Real country was there
Live on the air
All day, and into the night

There were songs about dances
And missed second chances
And things no wise man would say
Yeah he talked about drinkin'
And my heart is sinkin'
Because he stopped lovin' her today

God bless The Possum
Yeah he's gone, not forgotten
His sound, not easy to forge
Real country is dyin'
It's the reason that I am
Sittin' here and Jonesin' for George

The days seem all gone
When a good country song
Could live without the whistles and bells
But bridging the gap
Of country and rap
Is sending good music to hell

As I sit through the tears
And reflect on the years
That I'd hear his country and blues
Well the saddest part still
Is nobody will
Be able to fill up his shoes

God bless The Possum
Yeah, he's gone, not forgotten
His sound, not easy to forge
Real country is dyin'
It's the reason that I am
Sittin' here and Jonesin' for George

God bless The Possum
Yeah, he's gone, not forgotten
His sound, not easy to forge
Real country is dyin'
It's the reason that I am
Sittin' here and Jonesin' for George

It's the reason that I am
Sittin' here and Jonesin' for George