The Passage To On High
We’re in a heavenly bluegrass Band
We made the passage to another land
We sing and play because we must
If it ain’t fun – it ain’t us
Singing lonesome bluegrass songs
Sometimes the angels sing along
We don’t cry, moan or make a fuss
If it ain’t fun – it ain’t us
The folks below want a Bluegrass thrill
Just play a recording by Banjo Bill
When you get right down to the crust
If it ain’t fun – it ain’t us
Fiddlin’ Sam was someone to know
Oh how he could saw that bow
He’s had to fiddle or he’d bust
If it ain’t fun – it ain’t us
Gary, Jimmy and Charlie grin
Played bass, guitar and mandolin
Entertaining you was their “must”
If it ain’t fun – it ain’t us
We finished playing our last show
It’s over for us, we had to go
We’ll see you up here we hope and trust
If it ain’t fun – it ain’t us
The Late Great, King of Bluegrass, Jimmy Martin
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