We catch our memories wandering through the past from time to time
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As a mountain families' music fills again inside our mind
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We dream about Euganean Hills and West Virginian land
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And an old time family blue grass band.
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Our God fearing mum and daddy raised us young a¢æ?uns on a song
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By the banks where old new river gently sways and rolled along
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Where once upon a time there dwelled a close knit mountain clan
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An old time family blue grass band.
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You never heard the like of melodies our family played
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The guitar kept the rhythm as the fiddle sawed away
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We recall a banjo ringing and a singing mandolin
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In an old time family blue grass band.
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Daddy slapped the upright, mamma strummed the other part
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We couldn't read the music we just played it all by heart
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Lord hallowed songs just flowed across that fertile mountain land
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In an old time family blue grass band.
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I see us sitting round the porch on starry summer nights
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I remember how the music made my world seem good and right
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When all the folks would raise their happy voices and join in
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With the old time family blue grass band.
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You never heard the like of melodies our family played
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The guitar kept the rhythm as the fiddle sawed away
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We recall a banjo ringing and a singing mandolin
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In an old time family blue grass band.
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Yes an old time family blue grass band.
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Old Time Family Blugrass Band
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Oak Ridge Boys |