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Meadow Plays Bluegrass

Meadow was born out of a long line of fiddlers Her bluegrass roots showed out without apology We were tapping our feet after the first three notes Songbirds hovered close, to get a better seat. She’s a Williams all right, Old Grandma Williams said. This is her Hatchet roots showing through said Aunt Hatchet. Their feud was well-known in the Tennessee Valley. After Williams’ first husband ran off with Aunt Hatchet.

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