| C | C / G* F* |

| C | C / G* F* |

[Verse 1]
C
  I walked upon the front porch
      G
Momma met me at the door
G
She said son I tried to call you
    C
but you were on the road
F
  She put her arms around me
         C
And said it's bad news you know
G
  Papa he's been holding on
                      C  C   G* F*
He don't have long to go

[Verse 2]
C
  We all gathered around him
G
  He had words to say
G
He talked about the good times
        C
And the good old USA
F
  He talked about the music
    C
that  we used to play
G
  He looked out on the front porch
                        C
I could barely hear him say

[Chorus]
        F
They’re tuning up my fiddle
        C
they've rosined up my bow
G
  The angels are preparing
      C
For a country music show
    F
I'm booked tonight in heaven
  C
I must be on a roll
G
  The band of angels need
  F               C
a fiddle in their show

[Solo]
| D C F / | F C | C G |

| G C | C | G* F*

[Verse 3]
        C
I guess sadness brings a memory
G
  When I was a boy sitting on that front porch
       C
Me and papa making noise
     F
Back then we called it music
   C
We was my momma's stars
    G
The front porch was the Opry stage
                           C
And the dream that took us far

[Chorus]
      F
Their tuning up his fiddle
        C
They've rosined up his bow
G
  The angels are preparing
      C
For a country music show
     F
He's booked tonight in heaven
   C
He must be on a roll
G
  The band of angels need him
   F               C    G A
To fiddle in their show
G
  The band of angels need him
   F               C     F  G* C*
To fiddle in their show