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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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] |
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OLD BLUEGRASS HOME Written by Pete Kartsounes September 8, 2000 |