| Three hundred days of traveling
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| Pickin' music from the soul
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| It’s a life that’s not for all
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| But it’s the way we choose to go
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| The rangers and the music
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| Keep us runnin' to the stage
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| And that blue moon keeps shinin' bright
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| It’s a bluegrass Saturday night
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| That sweet fiddle keeps on playin'
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| And the sound’s intoxicatin'
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| Banjo pickin' loud and clear
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| It rings on through the night
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| Load the bus with the band and biscuits
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| Tell the folks about Martha White
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| Everything’s gonna be alright
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| It’s a bluegrass Saturday night
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| A thousand miles of blacktop
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| Many times just over night
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| Writing songs and sharing stories
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| It’s a different way of life
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| There’s no other way of living
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| We’ll keep rolling through the land
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| With a song upon our hearts
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| Till we join Heaven’s bluegrass band
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| That sweet fiddle keeps on playin'
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| And the sound’s intoxicatin'
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| Banjo pickin' loud and clear
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| It rings on through the night
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| Load the bus with the band and biscuits
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| Tell the folks about Martha White
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| Everything’s gonna be alright
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| It’s a bluegrass Saturday night
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| Hunter’s fiddle keeps on playin'
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| And the sound’s intoxicatin'
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| Big K pickin' loud and clear
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| It rings on through the night
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| Josh and Mickey keep on singin'
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| Listen to them harmonize
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| Special thanks to Martha White
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| For a bluegrass Saturday night
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| Hey Augie take me back to Nashville
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| Time to hold my baby tight
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| Everybody sat goodbye
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| To a bluegrass Saturday night |