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Three hundred days of traveling |
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Pickin' music from the soul |
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It's a life that's not for all |
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But it's the way we choose to go |
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The rangers and the music |
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Keep us runnin' to the stage |
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And that blue moon keeps shinin' bright |
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It's a bluegrass |
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Saturday night |
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That sweet fiddle keeps on playin' |
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And the sound's intoxicatin' |
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Banjo pickin' loud and clear |
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It rings on through the night |
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Load the bus with the band and biscuits |
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Tell the folks about |
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Martha White |
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Everything's gonna be alright |
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It's a bluegrass |
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Saturday night |
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A thousand miles of blacktop |
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Many times just over night |
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Writing songs and sharing stories |
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It's a different way of life |
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There's no other way of living |
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We'll keep rolling through the land |
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With a song upon our hearts |
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Till we join |
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Heaven's bluegrass band |
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That sweet fiddle keeps on playin' |
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And the sound's intoxicatin' |
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Banjo pickin' loud and clear |
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It rings on through the night |
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Load the bus with the band and biscuits |
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Tell the folks about |
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Martha White |
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Everything's gonna be alright |
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It's a bluegrass |
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Saturday night |
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Hunter's fiddle keeps on playin' |
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And the sound's intoxicatin' |
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Big K pickin' loud and clear |
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It rings on through the night |
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Josh and Mickey keep on singin' |
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Listen to them harmonize |
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Special thanks to |
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Martha White |
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For a bluegrass |
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Saturday night |
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Hey Augie take me back to |
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NashvilleTime to hold my baby tight |
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Everybody sat goodbye |
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To a bluegrass |
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Saturday night |
