Blue moon of Kentucky keep on shining. Shine on the one that's gone and proved untrue. Blue moon of Kentucky keep on shining. Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue.
Blue Grass Stomp is an instrumental created by Bill Monroe. ;). There are no lyrics..
Far thee well to all I long have loved,. Far thee well to fleeting friends;. And adieu to comrades tried and true,. I will ne'er return again.. . And when we meet again, my friend,.
In the Beartooth Mountains where the twin peaks touch the sky. There's a homemade cabin out of sight from tourists' eyes. And inside lightin' up a fire to fight the cold.
Big River - Bill Monroe. (Album: Mr. Bluegrass; J. Cash). . Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry,. And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky..
like two dogs on an open road. like two flowers on an old gravestone. like two leaves tumblin' in the wind. im searchin for a beginning that has no end.
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Just an old house with stories of its own. Takes me back to days gone by. The colors have faded and the steps are made of stone. An aging friend against the sky.
Banks Of The Ohio - Bill Monroe. . I asked my love to take a walk. To take a walk, just a little walk. Down beside where the waters flow. Down by the banks of the Ohio.
Far across the Mississippi and out on the open plains. In an Oklahoma cow town where the sky begins to rain. In a dusty run-down honky tonk sits a drifting tumbleweed.
Ballad Of Jed Clampett - Bill Monroe. . Come and listen to my story 'bout a man named Jed. Poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed. Then one day he was shootin' at some food.
Dance for the vibe (dance, move, groove and shout it). Won't you send your love for the vibe? (Slave to the vibe, c'mon around now). We are slave to the vibe (dance, move, groove and shout it).
I dreamed I saw a crazy horse. Riding through the badlands. He was wild and brave and free. I swear, I heard the cries of the innocent victims. In the wind with wounded knee.
Did you ever wonder about the riddle. What kind of spirit lives in a fiddle. Well, its old Satan, right there a waiting. Or are you tuned with the angel band.
You speak to me through a broken window. You are alive in an old oak tree. You hold me close when the winter wind blows. I hear your footsteps on the street.
Are You Lost In Sin - Bill Monroe. . Are you lost in sin, my brother. Can you hear God calling you. His voice is coming down from Heaven. And His word is kind and true..