"Don't Let that Old Time Music Fade Away" by Night Hawk 240

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The pleasure of playing claw hammer banjo in a hillbilly band.

ballads bluegrass classic country hillbilly western cowboy

Old time classic country, western cowboy songs, and bluegrass. Back porch style, old timey pickin' for clogging, square dancing, or just listening.

Night Hawk Bluegrass & Western Tumble Weed Tammy and Santa Fe Steve work together to bring back nostalgic western and bluegrass tunes from the past as well as new songs of their own with close ties to the past. Tumble Weed Tammy By day Tumble Weed is the kitchen administrator and manager of the kitchen at the county hoosegow. By night she plays bass fiddle, bass guitar and contributes vocals to the group. Tammy enjoys horseback riding (trail riding) and fitness and exercise when not slingin' hash or pickin' the bass. Santa Fe Steve Santa Fe hung up his badge and gun after 25 years of law man duty, keeping the peace in the dusty streets of Gladwin. When not playing Guitar, Banjo, Mandolin, or singing Santa Fe is the chief operator of a wireless telegraph station (K8BZ) on the ham radio frequencies of the air waives.

Song Info

Genre

Country • Bluegrass

Charts

Peak #61

Peak in subgenre #7

Author

Steve Wuelfing

Rights

2002 Steve Wuelfing

Uploaded

November 20, 2005

Track Files

MP3

MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:48

Story behind the song

Song was inspired by the loss of Grandpa Jones and String Bean.

Lyrics

With his school books on the floor and a banjo in his hand
He'd spend each evening playing in a small hillbilly band
Bass fiddle kept the tempo while the guitar strummed along
And the mandolin picked a down home mountain song

Hour after hour they would pick and play and sign
Not for other's notice, just the joy that it would bring
The time flew by so swiftly 'til the rooster it did crow
He'd grab up his books and off to school he'd go

CHORUS:
Children listen to the music now and let it touch your soul
Like water from a mountain spring the fiddle and the bow
It's a gift from your Grandpappy to the children of today
Don't let that old time music fade away

Book learnin' wasn't easy for the banjo playing boy
He'd rather hear the old folks sing the songs that brought him joy
He'd listen and he'd learn those tunes no matter what it took
The mountain tunes not wrote in any book

They're the songs of joy and sorrow from the hearts of simple folk
Without them in his life he's like a wheel without a spoke
The songs of generations were a treasure in his mind
He cherished every one that he could find

REPEAT CHORUS:

The years have come and gone and now the boy is growing old
He still can play the banjo, but it's getting hard to hold
At the old folks home the folks would come to hear the tunes once more
That were once played from the mountains to the shore

But the music's now departing with the souls of those who sang
On the back porch in the evening, oh the banjo how it rang
It's not too late to save those tunes of sorrow and of joy
The treasure of our banjo playing boy

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