| We catch our memories wandering through the past from time to time
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| As a mountain families' music fills again inside our mind
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| We dream about Euganean Hills and West Virginian land
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| And an old time family blue grass band.
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| Our God fearing mum and daddy raised us young ‘uns on a song
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| By the banks where old new river gently sways and rolled along
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| Where once upon a time there dwelled a close knit mountain clan
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| An old time family blue grass band.
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| You never heard the like of melodies our family played
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| The guitar kept the rhythm as the fiddle sawed away
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| We recall a banjo ringing and a singing mandolin
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| In an old time family blue grass band.
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| Daddy slapped the upright, mamma strummed the other part
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| We couldn’t read the music we just played it all by heart
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| Lord hallowed songs just flowed across that fertile mountain land
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| In an old time family blue grass band.
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| I see us sitting round the porch on starry summer nights
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| I remember how the music made my world seem good and right
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| When all the folks would raise their happy voices and join in
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| With the old time family blue grass band.
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| You never heard the like of melodies our family played
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| The guitar kept the rhythm as the fiddle sawed away
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| We recall a banjo ringing and a singing mandolin
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| In an old time family blue grass band.
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| Yes an old time family blue grass band. |