CHAMP DIED AND ALL THE WOMEN CRIED
written by Jennifer Prince
Warren Hood on fiddle. Jennifer Prince on vocals and piano.
recorded on Woodmont Blvd, Nashville, TN
engineered by Richard Dickerson
Champ died and all the women cried
We miss that wonderful face
He was the sweetest man
So you can understand
When Champ died, how all the women cried.
He could play you a beautiful tune
It was something to watch
How this quiet man
Could fill up a room
He never looked for his place in the lights
He just stood at the edge of a Texas stage
Playing fiddle night after night
When he took his turn at the lead
Or came in on sweet harmony
His voice was gentle and free
Just like the man
He was like no one I ever knew
Like how he’d laugh even when he was blue
Guess that’s just what he’d want us to do
But I can’t just yet
Champ died and all the women cried
We miss that wonderful face
He was the sweetest man
So you can understand
When Champ died, how all the women cried.
fiddle instrumental Warren Hood
Champ died and all the women cried
We miss that wonderful face
He was the sweetest man
So you can understand
When Champ died,
How everybody cried.