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Peak #23
Peak in subgenre #4
Author
Herb Hartley
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2012
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August 21, 2012
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MP3 7.2 MB, 160 kbps, 6:15
Story behind the song
This is a song for my friend
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Back in in old Virgina, just across the country line. Down beside the river, drinking Billy's home made wine Hear the lonesome fiddle, as the sound, drifts through the trees Smell the wood fire burning, on the cool evening breeze Setting round the campfire, we all passed the jug around, Good times with with some good friends while the sun is going down Just to know one person, someone to call a friend Making memories oh those good times we thought would never end Can't you hear the high lonesome sound, Mandolins and guitars, music from the mountains, music from the heart all around To be taken much to early, from this world, we're heading home One day we'll all be back together, and we can rest our weary bones To some, his name was Jerry, he didn't judge you on how you look To his friends, he was golden and we simply called him Wolf We never though he'd leave so early and leave broken hearts behind. He is loved by everybody, in our hearts and in our minds May be gone but not forgotten, his music floating on the wind. I have to stop and think about him, every time I hear a mandolin Can't you hear the high lonesome sound, Mandolins and guitars, music from the mountains, music from the heart all around To be taken much to early, from this world, we're heading home One day we'll all be back together, and we can rest our weary bones
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