At the age of only twenty

When I first left my home

A drive that seemed forever

Across the plains all alone

I was searching for the answers that were nowhere to be found

And straight into the mountains I heard an unfamiliar sound

 

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I heard bluegrass ringing through the valley

I heard bluegrass singing on the hills

I heard bluegrass picking in the mountains

And on that bluegrass is where I made my home

 

Well I pulled into the town of Pagosa

With a guitar back in 1994

Had to pay some dues as the one nobody knew

Just a song I was a one-man Troubadour

 

I heard Big Mon and Big Sciota

I heard Nickel Creek and Rocky Mountain streams

Scored a gig down the road

Always quite the episode

Such a small town for such big dreams

 

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I heard thunder rolling down from Kentucky

And I've driven down highways so blue

And I've gone to many shows

Even seen Bill Monroe

With that high lonesome sound ringing through

 

I've seen Hot Rize and sunsets a plenty

John Hartford never old and in the way

I've seen Sam and Johnny C

Bela Fleck and company

For their sounds they will never fade away

 

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OLD BLUEGRASS HOME

Written by Pete Kartsounes September 8, 2000