Bluegrass
B ill Monroe is its father
L ester Flat, its brother
U ntil you learn the Masters
E xpect a few disasters
G ood practice will bear good fruit
R eplaying songs from grassroots
A ttend a festival soon
S mile when you hear a good croon
S weet music keeps you in tune
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