Bluegrass To The Bone

I’m Bluegrass To The Bone

@Rick Lang/Troy Engle 

V1

Can’t wait to hear that banjo when you come through the gate 

I love that high and Lonesome coming from the stage 

I’ve missed my friends and family, and my brothers on the road

Cause we’re bluegrass, bluegrass to the bone 

Chorus 

My head is full of Flatt and Scruggs, The Stanley’s and Monroe 

My heart beats in rhythm to My Old Kentucky Home 

My blood is red my grass is blue, we’re gonna sing and pick for you

From my head down to my toes, I’m bluegrass to the bone 

V2

You can’t hold it in your hand but you can feel it in your heart 

Those chills run up and down your spine when that old fiddle starts 

When they play Sally Good in’ you can’t help but tap your toes 

Cause your bluegrass, bluegrass to the bone 

V 3 

When the summers finally over I turn up my radio 

Get out my old mandolin try to pick like Bill Monroe 

Try my hand at Rawhide, a little Footprints In The Snow 

Cause that’s bluegrass, bluegrass to the bone