Ira

You were the king of Sand Mountain
At least I thought so
You had a knack for high tenor
And I sang the low
Alabama to the Opry
Was the second hardest road
The worst was me losing you
And singing all alone
Ira, I still hear you
Off in the distance your sweet harmony
Ira, I still miss you
There’ll never be another
'Cause you can’t beat family
I know you’re up there singing
With the angels, Hallelujah, Ira
Mandolin strings still ringing
In my memory
There were times when you gave Bill Monroe
A run for his money
You had a way with writing
Music from the heart
Your voice is strong
Even though you’re gone
'Cause I still hear your part
Ira, I still hear you
Off in the distance your sweet harmony
Ira, I still miss you
There’ll never be another
'Cause you can’t beat family
I know you’re up there singing
With the angels, Hallelujah, Ira
One day soon I’ll sing with you
And the angels, Hallelujah, Ira