Blue Grass Friday

Down the Crooked Road
by The Dixie Bee-Liners

Heading out of Ferrum on this winding, two-lane road,
mountain music a-hummin' on my dashboard radio.
Singing along to those good old songs of faith & strife & woe,
rollin’ through the memories where the Holston River flows.

WCYB, I can hear you loud and clear,
songs of the brothers Stanley ringing sweetly in my ear.
There’s a store in Floyd, VA where they pick a mean guitar,
then it’s off to Galax Smokehouse and wet my whistle from an old fruit jar.

Chorus:
A fiddle, a bow & an old banjo, what we call mountain soul:
Come and be a part of it down on The Crooked Road.
Over the hill to Bristol, where the Speedway hot rods roar:
Tune in for Jim & Jesse, Bonnie Lou & Buster Moore.

Mother Maybelle & old Dock Boggs could really pick it right
Pull up on to the Burger Bar for our last meal tonight
Heading down to the Carter Fold and hit that old dance floor
I’ll do the buttermilk reel and the cornbread stomp til I can’t dance no more.
We’ll hit the Country Cabin if the room ain’t overpacked
and finish up at Lay’s Hardware if we bypass Mayor Jack.

Chorus:
Mountain music treasures are housed upon a hill,
Keith and Roy Lee’s legacies that we remember still,
where Curly Ray still saws away and Carter still lives on
and music lovers everywhere can come and join the song.