Bluegrass Poems - Poems about Bluegrass

fiddler speeds music up dancers are getting dizzy crowd claps and stamps you are in hillbilly country now make some noise if you want to live bluegrass is real here...

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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...

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fiddle heads unfurl bluegrass music sounds in breeze hear nature's banjo...

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"Gonna shoot a little dice Play a little cards Drink a little beer and shoot out the stars Gonna dance with the girl in calico dress Live to raise hell, ain't no time to rest" Sittin' at a table playing five card draw Losing money faster than you ever saw I looked at the dealer said, where y'all from He smiled real big and...

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I'm coming back to this town It's been years since I've been around Ain't much changed in the time since I've been gone I went to the same old bar Where I played like I was a star That same old place you said that we were through I asked all the people there If you were here and where They all laughed...

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Metronome heart beats in 4/4 time while mandolin chimes in staccato voice. In the background, guitar hums and banjo sings. Bluegrass echoes across southern winds; blues and mountain music force a dance from tranquil feet; it’s a concert fit for country royalty, at the Opry. The East coast clogs and smiles. On the...

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Cotton fluff Frames the tree tops; brother sun salutes a wandering sky. Cardinal sits in the pear tree; few are left of his kind. A bright red visage on a green canvas. Sipping mocha bliss is a delight amid blues and greens of a Kentucky morning. Grass of bluish haze carpets the land once rich with tobaccos...

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What is it about a bluegrass banjo solo That turns my crank and drives me loco That foot tappin' beat Can't control my feet I freak out, guess I'm just a bluegrass banjo bozo...

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What is it about a bluegrass banjo solo That turns my crank and drives me loco That foot tappin' beat Can't control my feet I freak out, guess I'm just a bluegrass banjo bozo...

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What is it about a bluegrass banjo solo That turns my crank and drives me loco That foot tappin' beat Can't control my feet I freak out, guess I'm just a bluegrass banjo bozo © Jack Ellison 2015...

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VERSE ONE: Glory to the highest,the angel choir sings with glee. For the King of Kings has saved my soul, he has set me free. I have overcome the battle and I will join the jubilee. For the mighty King of Glory,Died on the cross, for you and me. CHORUS: Come join the angel choir, sing with jubilee. Come raise your hands...

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Never been to a festival before But agreed to go with AL to Weiser I had no idea what was in store The way Al described it, was a teaser The Weiser Festival is a week long We stayed in Al’s camper; kept the cost down On this kind of trip, I couldn’t go wrong All night playing music in the...

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Must have a banjo To get that Bluegrass sound The bass is needed To nail the rhythm down Fiddle plays a lead Tingles go up your spine Guitar keeps the beat Or picks melody line The Mandolin chop Makes the Bluegrass whole Greater than its parts Music of solid gold...

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Just having fun at a bluegrass jam When a stranger came up to me He asked, “What sex is your mandolin”? I said, “Where do I look to see”? Alright said he, does it have a name? Sure, I sometimes call her “Lexie” Well there you have it, she’s a female I guess you’re right, cause she’s sexy She’s dressed up in beautiful...

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Well I was drunk the day I got out of prison I staggered down to the old corner store As I walked in I drew my pistol And I shot the clerk as I walked out the door Well I made off with forty five dollars A pack of Marlboro reds and a fifth of whiskey I ran down by the...

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