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so free And I'm proud of every soldier that has stood and fought for me And I'm proud of every bluegrass band that's ever picked a lick And I'm proud
I'm just a Bluegrass Guy a way of life for me Jammin' with the band and singing harmony I'm just a Bluegrass Guy my values speak of me Humility hope
Boys, which was a bluegrass band I was in in College Station, Texas. We were a little four piece band, we played weddings and parties and out
Quite possibly the worst bluegrass song ever written I did this in tribute to the Front Porch Boys Which was a bluegrass band, I was in, in College
Well, they call me Jimmy Martin And they say that I can sing Of them lonesome broken-hearted Boys of Bluegrass, I'm the king I was born up in
, they're gonna tear you a new one Welcome to Nashville If a tree falls in the forest and there's no one around If a band plays in Nashville, does it
a band plays in Nashville does it make a sound? We did our bet three minutes that nobody came to see but we sure put some time out of its misery
to Nashville To write a bluegrass song I've always been a country girl All along, In my California I came from the real green river The one from the Credence
Milwaukee, here I come from Nashville, Tennessee Milwaukee is where we were before we came here Working in a brewery, making the finest beer You came
stars or me Milwaukee here I come from Nashville, Tennessee Milwaukee is a-where we were before we came here Workin' in a bruerry making the finest
heavy traffic ahead We pull out of Nashville right on time The Bluegrass special heads down the line Heavy traffic ahead, heavy traffic ahead We got
Milwaukee here I come from Nashville, Tennessee Milwaukee is where we were before we came here Working in a brewery making the finest beer You came to me
of the angels as they fly Some folks say that Nashville is the bestest place to be but the bluegrass capital is here in Washington for me I love West Virginia
A young boy from Kentucky on his way to Tennessee Left behind the sounds of home for the Nashville dream In his heart there burned a passion to sing
Ain't got no bluegrass, under my feet Just got that dune grass, and the deep blue sea My Mother Ocean, she's calling me Son of a sailor, I'll always
heavy traffic ahead We pull out of Nashville right on time The Blue Grass special heads down the line We traveled around from state to state
heavy traffic ahead We pull out of Nashville right on time The Blue Grass special heads down the line We traveled around from state to state
There isn't nothing wrong with Nashville These rolling hills of Nashville, Tennessee There isn't nothing wrong, nothing wrong with Nashville There
heavy traffic ahead. We pull out of Nashville right on time The Blue Grass special heads down the line. We traveled around from state to state
Well the broadway lights are still rising While the moon comes out tonight I’m right here sipping on this beer Waiting on a cancelled flight The band
heavy traffic ahead We pull out of Nashville right on time The Blue Grass special heads down the line We traveled around from state to state
Take me where the jukebox plays Night don't sleep The band it sways, my heart's set I'm a Nashville girl I'm a Nashville girl, just wait I'm coming
the man say tell the band|From Nashville I did call|And hold on tight I'll be there tonight|To play the ball at the Ballinafad Hall||Now the word got around
And thats when you and the band will kick in And i can tell'em why I love those Nashville Sounds When i see'em playing we Cheer on the team Yeah and I make
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