In a holler way back in Virginia
I heard a voice calling my name
I followed that sound through that old sacred ground
Was the first time I had Sarah James
Was the first time I had Sarah James
It felt like the back porch of heaven
Where the angels what gather to sing
There are banjos and federals and a man in the middle
There was fire coming out of those strings
He could sure make that old guitar ring
If not for the bluegrass way back in Eastfield
If not for those hard awesome strings
I have no love to call my own
I'd have no song to sing
I'd have no song to sing
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So many old country stages
So many good friends I have made
With some help from the Lord
I might peg some more
With this worn out old guitar I play
With this worn out old guitar I play
If not for the bluegrass way back in Eastfield
If not for those hard awesome strings
I have no love to call my own
I'd have no song to sing
I'd have no song to sing