High Mountain Rag, my love letter to American Old Time, releases on the vernal equinox. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy the title track.
-Scuzzlebutt
Lyrics:
Find me way out in the mountains
In some golden apple grove
Bring your friends, bring your lover
Strike a tune like this one goes
Find me way out in the mountains
Pickin’ by some lonesome stream
We’ll light the fire, start the cider
Stoke those old and ancient dreams
Find me way out in the mountains
Hollerin old forgotten ways
Come with me we’ll dance all night
Til the sun comes up for another day
Find me way out in the mountains
Cover your tracks, don’t tell a soul
Them fancy folks won’t understand
They’ll burn my woods and take my home
I’ve seen it before, I’ll see it again
A cycle that will never end