There once was a musical troupe. A pickin' singin' folk group. They sang the mountain ballads. And the folk songs of our land. . They were long on musical ability.
There once was a musical troupe. A pickin' singin' folk group. They sang the mountain ballads. And the folk songs of our land. . They were long on musical ability.
Boring through the mountains by-passing the towns. Interstate 90 is a sight to behold. But that monument to progress and engineering skill. Has covered up the old swimmin' hole.
Boring through the mountains by-passing the towns. Interstate 90 is a sight to behold. But that monument to progress and engineering skill. Has covered up the old swimmin' hole.
Holdin' you my spirits go up high. But I've got a lot to learn. Lovin' you is playing with fire. And I might get my fingers burned. . If I'm not the right one for you, baby.