True Grass (Why Can't Blue Grass Just Be True Grass Again)

Ol’ Cord had it right, about crime down on the row
They murdered country music, tore out its heart and soul
Now, they’re tryin’ to kill the grass handed down by Bill Monroe
Maybe someday they’ll find a way to just leave us alone



I recall the time we heard sweet harmonies
They’re still there, somewhere, but not as much as they should be
Now some are holdin on to the way it used to be
If those heroes could come back home
There’d be a change we all sure need



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I long for those ol’ fiddles, guitar and mandolin
A banjo, a dobro, and an old bass walkin in
Now they’re tearin down tradition, it feels just like a sin
Why can’t bluegrass just be true grass again.



We’re still out here on the road, layin down that true grass sound
We still do, what we do, but there’s less of us around
Now we’re fightin’ every day to keep bluegrass alive
If we’re true to our roots, our music might survive



Chorus

I long for those ol’ fiddles, guitar and mandolin
A banjo, a dobro, and an old bass walkin in
Now they’re tearin down tradition, it feels just like a sin
Why can’t bluegrass just be true grass again.