Robbie Fulks - Longhair Bluegrass

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[Verse 1]
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Well, Daddy packed the van fulla campin' gear
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Mama filled the ice chest up with beer
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And I rode shotgun all the way up Route 15
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It seemed every picker in the USA
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Had landed in a Culpeper field that day
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Fifty years gone, I'm still groovin' on that scene


[Verse 2]
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There was old men doin' the buck and wing
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Young gals skinny-dippin' in the spring
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While the singin' and the fiddlin' and the feedback filled the air
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While Mom and Daddy were gettin' fried
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I was sittin there with my eyeballs wide
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'Cause comin' straight at me offa the stage
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Just like a demon with a Hypno-ray
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Stealin' my mind away


[Chorus]
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It was that longhair bluegrass
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Settin' my young spirit free
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Yeah that longhair bluegrass
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Well, a little rough and shaggy but man it spoke to me


[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
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Hey, what's it matter how a fella looks
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If his song is true and his playin' cooks
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I mighta known that, but I was just a dumb old kid
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Those hippies knew Bob Marley note for note
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And they didn't shove religion down your throat
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And I was pretty sure they smoked dope like I did


[Verse 4]
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There'd'a been police and pepper spray
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If a few old-timers had had their way
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Ole Dr. Ralph Stanley looked a little unamused
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Oh, but anyone with ears could not deny
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Blake on the guitar, Tony on the five
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There was somethin' in the air for sure
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It wasn't all peace and make-love-not-war
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No, it was somethin' more


[Chorus]
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It was that longhair bluegrass
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That was the sound of '73
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Yeah that longhair bluegrass
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Man, it swept the South and it swept over me


[Fiddle Solo]
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[Mandolin Solo]
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[Verse 5]
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Clarence White, that's a name I adore
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And John Hartford, just to drop one more
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And don't forget the Nitty Gritty Band, Earl Scruggs and his sons, Mr. Dave Grisman
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And you know Monroe is still the King
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But now his church has a new wing
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Where an outcast like me can feel at home


[Chorus]
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Singin' that longhair bluegrass
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Just like Sam said it should be
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Yeah that longhair bluegrass
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Well it wasn't all the greatest songs
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And the solos were a little long
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But it spoke to me strong, and it still speaks to me


[Interlude]
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[Outro]
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Longhair bluegrass
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I remember it well
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Longhair bluegrass
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Longhair bluegrass
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Can't stop now, singing that
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Longhair bluegrass
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Well I reckon it went away

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