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Back in nineteen seventy With music-making schemes, A group of friends put up a barn From broken boards and dreams, The word spread like a forest fire To every house and farm, There's bluegrass music cookin' in The Everetts' Music Barn.   Off Stonecypher R
Dennis Goodwin · 612 days ago

In spring of eighteen forty-one, across our nation’s plains A party headed westward with a lot more nerve than brains, They’d heard of California with its wonders on display They knew everything about it, but they didn’t know the way.   It lay somewhere to
Dennis Goodwin · 612 days ago

A hundred-fifty years have passed But stories still remain, When dreams were packed in handcarts And were pulled across the plains.   Their carts were not prepared in time, And spring had passed them by, They didn't start their journey 'Till the middle of
Dennis Goodwin · 612 days ago

You don't need to take those drugs, Just take a shot of Flatt & Scruggs, When your spirits are running low Try a little Bill Monroe, Pour them in with all the others And add a dash of Stanley Brothers.   Stir it all up, Drink it all down, Cool your tem
Dennis Goodwin · 614 days ago

The other night I dreamed I died And left this life so dear, I knocked upon those pearly gates And called out loud and clear, Is there bluegrass in heaven? Are there festivals to see? Can I hear that lonesome fiddle Like I did in Tennessee?   Is there blue
Dennis Goodwin · 615 days ago

The tender seeds of music Carried from the British Isles, Sailed far across the ocean And lay dormant for awhile, Then rising in a fertile field Of Appalachian ground, Those seeds began to grow With a high and lonesome sound.   Back in the day When that fi
Dennis Goodwin · 617 days ago

Fifteen gentle spirits sailed from County Mayo way To seek a bright new future on a chilly April day, They danced and sang at Castlebar the night before they sailed And none could have predicted what the hands of fate unveiled.   Annie Kelly’s eyes, they s
Dennis Goodwin · 617 days ago

Back in nineteen hundred Carrie led her first brigade, They marched, prayin' and a singin' Through the swinging doors of fate.   She cried, "Smash, ladies, smash," There are bottles left to bash, Nothing else could match it When Miss Carrie grabbed her hat
Dennis Goodwin · 617 days ago

Young Alice was a rose Like the gentle kind  that grows On the English countryside, When she came across the sea She was dainty as could be And extremely dignified.   But Alice kinda changed, She's been kinda rearranged, By the hands her life was dealt, No
Dennis Goodwin · 617 days ago

Martha Jane had some rough and rowdy ways, Back there in those wild and woolly days, Before she learned to tie her shoe She learned to spit and cuss and chew, Yes, Martha Jane had rough and rowdy ways.   Martha Jane, she was anything but tame, That's the w
Dennis Goodwin · 617 days ago
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