Galax State Of Mind

Galax State of Mind
By Damian Muller

Verse 1
Once a year, every year, packing up the camping gear, Family and instruments too
Gonna camp for a week in the Galax heat, It’s my favorite thing to do.
‘cause when we get settled in and the pickin’ begins, there’s no place I’d rather be
Than the Felts Park campground, mountain music all around, setting my spirit free.

Chorus:
Picking all night, picking all day
Wish I could spend my whole life this way
Not a care in the world. I’m feeling fine.
I’m in a Galax state of mind.

Verse 2:
There’s bluegrass, new grass, sitting in the green grass, watching the pretty girls sway
Old-Time, swing-time, always have a good time, No matter which way we play.
Listen to the bands from the camps to the stands, everybody is singing along.
When the fiddles begin and the band chimes in, I’m right where I belong.

Chorus:
Picking all night, picking all day
Wish I could spend my whole life this way
Not a care in the world. I’m feeling fine.
I’m in a Galax state of mind.

Verse 3:
There’re banjos, dobros, mandolins, fiddle bows, and rhythm from the guitar strum
Standing right in the middle is a big bass fiddle, thumping like a big bass drum
The people come around from the cities and the towns, and they’re all grinning ear to ear
Because we have such fun in the Blue Ridge sun, we come back every year.

Chorus:
Picking all night, picking all day
Wish I could spend my whole life this way
Not a care in the world. I’m feeling fine.
I’m in a Galax state of mind.