Welcome to Bluegrass on the Rim 2026.

Here's Three on a String.

Early in the morning she hitched a ride down to Louisville.

Holding on to a hundred dollar bill.

She'd dressed herself like a cagey queen in New Orleans, baby.

And she looked good just like a lady.

And the Mississippi River runs like molasses in the summertime.

And me, you know I don't hardly mind.

Down on the bayou, ah, you never know just what you're doing.

Down on the bayou, ah, you never know just what you're doing.

Well, I'm sipping on a beer down at Bourbon Street, I'm taking it easy.

Don't get me wrong, it takes a lot to please me.

Folks all around make you feel kind of funny, now don't they, honey?

She just crossed her legs and looked at me funny.

And the Mississippi River runs like molasses in the summertime.

And me, you know I don't hardly mind.

Down on the bayou, ah, you never know just what you're doing.

Down on the bayou, ah, you never know just what you're doing.

Early in the morning she hitched a ride down to Louisville.

Holding on to a hundred dollar bill.

She'd dressed herself like a cagey queen in New Orleans, baby.

And she looked good just like a lady.

And the Mississippi River runs like molasses in the summertime.

And me, you know I don't hardly mind.

Down on the bayou, ah, you never know just what you're doing.

Down on the bayou, ah, you never know just what you're doing.

Hey.

Thank you.

Hey.

Thank you.

Hey.

Ah, thanks.

One, two, three.

Down the road here from me, there's an old holler tree.

You lay down a dollar or two.

You go around the bend, and you come back again, there's a jug full of mountain dew.

They call it that old mountain dew, and them that refuse it are few.

I'll hush up my mug if you fill up my jug with that good old mountain dew.

Well, mighty June had a brand new perfume, and it gave off a powerful pew.

But to her surprise when she had it analyzed, it was nothing but the good old mountain dew.

They call it that old mountain dew, and them that refuse it are few.

I'll hush up my mug if you fill up my jug with that good old mountain dew.

Oh, my.

Well, my Uncle Don had a still on his john.

He'd run off a gallon or two.

If the cops gave it a rush, he'd just give it a flush.

Down went good old mountain dew.

They call it that old mountain dew, and them that refuse it are few.

I'll hush up my mug if you fill up my jug with that good old mountain dew.

They call it that old mountain dew, and them that refuse it are few.

I'll hush up my mug if you fill up my jug with that good old mountain dew.

All right.

Bobby Horton.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Wow, what a crowd.

This is fantastic, and today has turned out to be absolutely pleasant.

Amen?

Amen.

We just came from a little function we went to this afternoon and celebrated the birthday of Jim Conner.

And a lot of you know who Jim Conner is.

Yes.

Yeah.

He wrote "My Grandma's Feather Bed" and then just had a great career in the music, lived in Gaston.

And we're gonna do our favorite Jim Conner song.

Been doing it for years and years, called "My Grandma's Feather Bed."

When I was a little bitty boy, just up off of the floor.

We used to go down to Grandma's house, every month's end or so.

We'd have chicken pie and country ham, and homemade butter on the bread.

But the best darn thing about my grandma's house was a great big feather bed.

It was nine feet high, six feet wide, soft as a downy chick.

Made from the feathers of 411 ducks, took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.

It would hold nine kids and four hound dogs, and the piggy we'd stole from the shed.

We didn't get much sleep, but we had a lot of fun on Grandma's feather bed.

And after supper, we'd sit around the fire, the old folks would spit and chew.

Grandpa'd talk about the farm and the war, and my granny'd sing a ballad or two.

I'd sit and I'd listen, watch the fire, cobwebs fill up my head.

Next thing you know, I'd wake up in the morning in the middle of the old feather bed.

It was nine feet high, six feet wide, soft as a downy chick.

Made from the feathers of 411 ducks, took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.

It would hold nine kids and four hound dogs, and the piggy we'd stole from the shed.

We didn't get much sleep, but we had a lot of fun on Grandma's feather bed.

Well, I love my ma and I love my pa, I love Granny and Grandpa too.

I've been fishing with my uncle and a-wrestling with my cousin, and I even kissed Aunt Lou.

Ooh.

Okay, y'all can ooh a lot better than that.

I've been fishing with my cousin and a-wrestling with my uncle, and I even kissed Aunt Lou.

Yeah.

If I ever had to make a choice, I guess it ought to be said.

That I'd trade them all, plus the gal down the road, for my grandma's feather bed.

It was nine feet high, six feet wide, soft as a downy chick.

Made from the feathers of 411 ducks, took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.

It would hold nine kids and four hound dogs, and the piggy we'd stole from the shed.

We didn't get much sleep, but we had a lot of fun on Grandma's feather bed.

We didn't get much sleep, but we had a lot of fun on Grandma's feather bed.

Well, Bobby has figured out the perfect way to stand out at a bluegrass festival, and that's to play the trumpet.

All right.

You ready, Bob?

I think so.

One, two, three, and... You got a friend in me.

You got a friend in me.

When the road looks rough ahead, and you're miles and miles from your nice, warm bed.

Hey, just remember what your old pal said, because you've got a friend in me.

Oh, you've got a friend in me.

You got a friend in me.

You got a friend in me.

You got troubles, I got them too.

There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you.

We'll stick together, and we'll see them through, because you've got a friend in me.

You got a friend in me Some folks might be a little bit smarter than I am.

Bigger and stronger, too.

But none of them will ever love you the way that I do.

It's you and me, boy.

And as the years go by, our friendship will never die.

You're gonna see it's our destiny.

Because you've got a friend in me.

Oh, you've got a friend in me.

You've got a friend in me.

Hey, some folks might be a little bit smarter than I am.

Bigger and stronger, too.

But none of them will ever love you the way I do.

It's you and me, boy.

And as the years go by, our friendship will never die.

You're gonna see it's our destiny.

Because you've got a friend in me.

Yes, you've got a friend in me.

You've got a friend in me.

Well, you don't hear blues much at a bluegrass festival.

You hear it occasionally, but by the way, we would like to play as many genre for you tonight as we can.

Genre.

He said genre.

Genre.

That's a word we know.

That ain't a bluegrass word.

Not a bluegrass word.

Genre.

Genre.

We know another one, too.

Plethora.

Plethora.

So tonight, we'd like to play a plethora of genre for you.

All right.

Oh, well.

And we'll start with a little blues.

You ready, boys?

Little blues.

Just a little blues.

Here we go.

Okay.

Utah moon, you know where to shine your light.

So won't you guide me right to the one I love?

Shooby dooby do ah.

Utah moon.

You know where to shine your light tonight.

So won't you guide me right to the one I love?

You're as fat as a corn-fed raccoon.

You funny old Utah moon.

You're big and bright as the sweet love light shining in my darling's eyes tonight.

Utah moon, you know where to shine your light.

So won't you guide me right to the one I love?

Play it, Bobby.

Shooby dooby do ah.

The look on your face right now is priceless.

Well, I see you winking from behind that tree.

Pike, could you be winking at me?

Cast your light on my path tonight.

Guide me to the girl who's waiting underneath that Utah moon.

You know where to shine your light.

So won't you guide me right to the one I love?

Won't you guide me right to the one I love?

You funny old Utah moon.

Ooh.

All right.

That was a little better.

Well, as we mentioned, it's turned out to be such a beautiful, incredible night, and I don't know if you realize how special the night is going to be because, ladies and gentlemen, tonight is the night.

You're gonna get to hear classical music played on the banjo.

Oh, no, you don't have to fake excitement.

Bobby is our group historian, music historian, and Bobby has put together some music from the Baroque era.

Ooh.

And he has cleverly combined that music with the breakdown sounds of bluegrass And he even more cleverly has entitled this piece "Baroque Down."

Well, it's really important, Brad, if we're going to do classical music on the banjo- Yes ... we've got to set the proper mood out here on the lawn.

Yes.

Now, while applause is inappropriate at this juncture, what we'd like for you to do is welcome Mr.

Horton when we introduce him with what we call the classical clap.

The classical clap.

Now, if you're not familiar with the classical clap, Andy will do a quick demonstration now.

The classical clap, four fingers of one hand must lightly tap the palm of the other.

Head is to be slightly tilted.

Eyebrows slightly raised.

All executed simultaneously with a snooty attitude and/or countenance, as follows.

That's a very good demonstration, Andy.

Now, it's important that we all briefly rehearse the classical clap just to make sure we're all on the same page.

Everyone, the classical clap.

So classy.

Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, to perform "Baroque Down," assisted by Mr.

Andy McGinnis and myself on the more interesting portions of the piece, would you please welcome with the classical clap, Mr.

Robert J. Horton.

Hell, I wasn't even going to do anything.

I went out on a winter day.

Clouds were dark, the skies were gray.

A gust of wind caught my toupee and it blew by you.

At a loss, what's to be done?

Going topless is not any fun They sell many.

I want the one that blew by you.

It was a brown toupee with a touch of gray that blew by you.

Like a tumbleweed that's been newly freed, it blew by you.

There's no peace of mind without that piece of mine.

I miss my store-bought hair.

The comfort and fit.

And without it, it's drafty up there.

We used to think this was pretty funny.

Then it started hitting close to home.

I knew I was losing my hair when it started taking a really long time to wash my face.

But I still carry a comb.

Just can't part with it.

Never mind.

Jokes.

We're not here to tell jokes anyway.

This is a sing-along, for heaven's sake, and we want you to sing along because you know this old Roy Orbison tune.

We're going to teach you the words, and it goes like this.

It was a brown toupee.

It was a brown toupee with a touch of gray that blew by you.

Like a tumbleweed.

Like a tumbleweed that's been newly freed, it blew by you.

There's no peace of mind.

There's no peace of mind without that piece of mine.

I miss my store-bought hair.

The comfort and fit.

The comfort and fit.

And without it, it's drafty up there.

Okay, by myself.

I took off my hat, you said.

What was that?

Okay, everybody's best real big finish, Roy Orbison style.

Goes like this.

That blew by you.

Well, we'd like to take a minute and go back in Three on a String history, if we may.

I tell you, this song is a local song.

It was written by Steve Young over in Gadsden, same as Jim Connor.

And we love this song.

We play it everywhere we go, and one night, a guy was in years ago from California, and he heard Three on a String play this song, and he liked it, and he took it back to California with him and showed it to his band, and they liked it, and they recorded it.

But they messed it all up.

They messed it up really bad.

So bad they made about $20 million off of it because they were The Eagles.

But this is kind of the way it was originally written and kind of the feel it had, and we hope you recognize it.

It's called "Seven Bridges Road."

There are stars in the southern sky.

And southward as you go.

And there is moonlight and moss in the trees.

Down the Seven Bridges Road.

I have loved you like a baby.

Like some lonesome child.

And I have loved you in a tame way.

And I have loved you wild.

And sometimes there is a part of me.

Wants to turn from you and go.

Running like a child beneath autumn stars.

Down the Seven Bridges Road.

There are stars in the southern sky.

And if ever you decide to go.

There's a taste of time-sweetened honey.

Down the Seven Bridges Road.

Down the Seven Bridges Road.

Eddie.

Yeah.

Well, surely some of you folks enjoy listening to country music.

Sure.

Yeah.

That's good, because here's one from Venezuela.

Not Venezuela.

It's not Venezuela at all.

No, it's not from Venezuela.

It's from Ireland.

Ireland, did you say Ireland there, Bradley?

That I did.

Ireland.

Two Irishmen walked out of a pub.

Boy, this is loud all of a sudden.

Yeah.

It's pretty loud.

Is it too loud out there?

Okay, it's in the monitors here.

Cut me down just a little bit, please.

It's blowing me away.

Two Irishmen walked out of a pub.

It could happen.

I want to tell you about me uncle.

Me uncle used to work at the post office.

He was in a department that took letters that with wrong addresses and tried to figure out where to deliver them to.

One day just before Christmas, he received a card, a letter, in some shaky handwriting.

It was addressed to God.

Well, he didn't know what to do with that, so he decided to open it and see if there was a clue inside.

So he opens the letter, and there is a letter in the same shaky handwriting, and it said, "Dear God, I am a poor widower.

I live on a small pension.

I saved all year to try to save up enough money to buy a nice Christmas dinner for me friends.

Alas, someone stole me pocketbook and all the money in it, and I have no money which to buy groceries.

I'm hoping you can help me."

Well, me uncle was touched by the letter, and he took it around to all the postal employees in his department, and they began to pony up a little money, and before it was over, he had collected $94.

He put it in an envelope, and he mailed it back to the lady.

All day long, the postal employees had a warm feeling about them, full of Christmas cheer, that they'd done something really nice.

Christmas came and went.

Soon another letter showed up in the same shaky handwriting.

Me uncle took the letter, and the postal employees gathered round, and he opened it, and he read the letter.

It says, "Dear God, thanks to your bounty, I was able to buy the groceries that I could prepare a nice Christmas dinner for me friends.

And I can't thank you enough for being so generous and looking after me.

By the way, I was $6 short.

I think it was those b******s down at the post office."

When the sun goes down over Dublin town, the colors last for hours so.

The lights come on, and night's a song, and the streets all turn to gold.

A gentle mist, all heaven-kissed, like teardrops off an angel's wings.

And don't you know you'll cleanse your soul with a walk in the Irish rain.

Oh, Catherine, take my hand, I got three pounds and change.

I'll sing you a song of love again.

And when I get too drunk to sing, we'll walk in the Irish rain.

Forevermore, I've stepped ashore, my sailing days are over.

Oh, through time and tide and by your side, together we'll grow old.

I threw my sea bag in the bin and brought these pretty flowers home.

So kiss me quick, we'll celebrate before the bloom is gone.

Oh, Catherine, take my hand, I got three pounds in change.

I'll sing you a song of love again.

And when I get too drunk to sing, we'll walk in the Irish rain.

A tinker and a tailor and a drunken old sailor.

They all get together, and they start to play.

Time stands still while they sing their fill.

Shout to the break of day.

A sweet little lady with a glass of stout.

Sipping it down till the foam runs out.

She'll help her old man home again with a walk in the Irish rain.

Oh, Catherine, take my hand, I got three pounds in change.

I'll sing you a song of love again.

And when I get too drunk to sing, we'll walk in the Irish rain.

What shall we do with a drunken sailor?

What shall we do with a drunken sailor?

What shall we do with a drunken sailor?

Early in the morning.

Way hay, up she rises.

Way hay, up she rises.

Way hay, up she rises early in the morning.

Shave his belly with a rusty razor.

Shave his belly with a rusty razor.

Shave his belly with a rusty razor early in the morning.

Way hay, up she rises.

Way hay, up she rises.

Way hay, up she rises early in the morning.

Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter.

Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter.

Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter early in the morning.

Way hay, up she rises.

Way hay, up she rises.

Way hay, up she rises early in the morning.

Put him in the longboat till he's sober.

Put him in the longboat till he's sober.

Put him in the longboat till he's sober early in the morning.

Way hay, up she rises.

Way hay, up she rises.

Way hay, up she rises early in the morning.

Way hay, up she rises.

Way hay, up she rises.

Way hay, up she rises early in the morning.

That's what we do with a drunken sailor.

That's what we do with a drunken sailor.

That's what we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning.

Yeah.

All right.

Thank you.

So I've never had any requests to play my fiddle, but that's never stopped me before.

But we're gonna do the classic, classic... We consider this a gospel song because it's about victory over Satan.

Just leave these vocals where they are, man.

They're good.

Yeah.

All right.

Are you ready?

Yeah.

Are you ready?

Go.

And a one, two, let's go.

Well, the devil went down to Georgia, looking for a soul to steal.

He was in a bind and way behind and willing to make a deal.

When he came across this young man sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot.

Devil jumped up on a hickory stump, said, "Boy, let me tell you what."

Devil jumped up on a hickory stump, said, "Boy, let me tell you what."

I'm working with the elderly over here, you see.

Well, I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too.

And if you care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.

"Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the devil his due.

I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, I think I'm better than you."

The boy said, "My name's Johnny.

It might be a sin, but I'll take that bet you're gonna regret.

I'm the best that's ever been."

Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard, because hell's broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals the cards.

If you win, you'll get this shiny fiddle made of gold.

If you lose, the devil gets your soul.

The devil opened up his case, said, "I'll start the show."

Fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow.

Pulled that bow across the strings, it made an evil hiss.

Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded just like this.

When the devil finished, Johnny said, "You're pretty good, old son.

But sit down in that chair right there and I'll show you how it's done."

Follow the mountain run, boys, run.

The devil's in the house when the rising sun.

Chicken in a red pen pecking at dough.

Granny, we don't buy no chow, no.

Well, the devil bowed his head.

Knew that he'd been beat.

Laid the golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet.

Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again.

I done told you once, you evil dude, I'm the best that's ever been."

Follow the mountain run, boys, run.

The devil's in the house when the rising sun.

Chicken in a red pen pecking at dough.

Granny, we don't buy no chow, no.

All right, thanks.

We'd like to do a couple of work songs if we can.

The first was recorded years ago, and we've always liked this song since we first heard it.

And it's about the coal mining days up in West Virginia and Kentucky, all up around in there, about losing your job and being dependent on the union and that kind of thing.

It's called "The Coal Tattoo."

Ready?

Yes.

Okay, here we go Two, three, go.

Traveling down a coal town road.

Listen to my rubber tires whine.

Goodbye to buckeye and white sycamore.

I'm leaving you behind.

Well, I've been a coal man all my life.

Laying down tracks in the hole.

Got a back like an ironwood bent by the wind.

Blood veins are blue as the coal.

My blood veins are blue as the coal.

Somebody said, "That's a strange tattoo you've got on the side of your head."

I said, "That's the mark of the number nine coal.

Little lower and I'd be dead."

Oh, I love the rumble and I love the dark.

I love the cool of the slate.

But it's running down this new road looking for a job.

This traveling and looking I hate.

This traveling and looking I hate.

I stood for the union, I walked in the line.

I fought against the company.

I stood for the UMWLA.

Who's going to stand for me?

Well, I got no job and I got no pay.

I just got a worried soul.

And a blue tattoo on the side of my head.

Left by the number nine coal.

Left by the number nine coal.

Someday when I'm dead and gone, to heaven the land of my dreams.

I won't have to worry about losing my job to hard times and big machines.

Well, I ain't going to pay my money away on dues and hospital plans.

I'm going to pick gold while the blue devils drill.

And sing with the angel band.

And sing with the angel band.

All right.

Thank you.

They're really nice.

You need to save that stuff, Tom.

Yeah, they are very, very nice.

They're very nice.

They're very nice indeed.

Yeah, do you want to do that?

I was going to do "Rider" but- Okay.

Okay, Bobby.

Oh, well, he's geared up for that.

So this is kind of our bluegrass number here coming up, and this is also a work song.

It's about back in the old slave day.

By the way, you notice most of the songs we do are old.

Go figure.

No kidding.

This is called "Rider."

Well, I know you, Rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone.

Well, I know you, Rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone.

Gonna miss your true loving daddy rolling in your arms.

Well, I ain't got a nickel, Lord, I ain't got a lousy dime.

I ain't got a nickel, Lord, I ain't got a lousy dime.

But I got a long way to go before the end of my time.

Takes a red-headed woman to make a long-time man feel bad.

Takes a red-headed woman to make a long-time man feel bad.

Because it makes him remember the long hard road that he's had.

Y'all clap for Bobby.

That's good.

The sun gonna shine in my back door someday.

Yeah, the sun gonna shine in my back door someday.

And the wind from the willows will blow my blues away.

Blow my blues away.

Well, I know you, Rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone.

Well, I know you, Rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone.

Gonna miss your true loving daddy rolling in your arms.

Thank you.

Are you ready, Bobby?

Yeah.

Gotta get you to help me on this one.

Hey, Bobby, you ready?

No.

Well, I remember when Mary Lou said, "You wanna walk me home from school?"

Well, I said.

"Yes, I do."

She said.

No.

She said, "I don't have to go right home, and I'd kind of like to be alone some if you would."

I said, "Me too."

And so we took a stroll.

And wound up down by the swimming hole.

And she said.

"Do what you want to do."

Got silly and I found a frog.

In the water by a hollow log.

And I shook it at her.

And I said, "This frog's for you."

Well, I don't like spiders and snakes.

And that ain't what it takes to love me.

You fool, you fool.

I don't like spiders and snakes.

And that ain't what it takes to love me.

Like I wanna be loved by you.

Y'all please don't encourage him, okay?

Well, I think of that gal from time to time.

And I call her up when I got a dime.

I say, "Hello, baby."

She says, "Ain't you cool?"

And I say, "Do you remember when?

And would you like to get together again?"

She said, "I'll see you after school."

I'm dyin', so for a while.

Most of my love was a touch and a smile.

Till she said.

"Come on over here."

And I was nervous as you might guess.

Still lookin' for something to slip down her dress.

Till she said.

"Let me make this perfectly clear."

And she said.

I don't like spiders and snakes.

And that ain't what it takes to love me.

You fool, you fool.

I don't like spiders and snakes.

And that ain't what it takes to love me.

Like I wanna be loved by you.

Oh yeah.

Well, we was thinking we'd open the floor to any requests you may have, any song you'd like to hear us play or attempt to play.

And having heard none, we'll just continue right on.

Moose Gooseers.

Wait.

Ah.

Moose Gooseers.

Yeah.

What is it?

We can't just start off with Moose Gooseers.

We gotta do this one.

How about them sticker getters, ain't they neat?

They're getting them stickers in they feet.

Getting them goat heads, getting them briars.

They're picking them out with sticker picking pliers.

See them sticker getters, can't they squeal?

Stickers in the toes, stickers in the heel.

Sandspur sticker getters, can't they cuss?

Soon as they get a sticker raise a mighty huge fuss.

How to be a sticker getter, don't need a ticket.

Stick your foot in the weeds and let a sticker get it.

Which one?

Duck Pluckers.

Oh.

Duck Pluckers.

Duck Pluckers.

Oh, no.

God.

Looks like we're gonna have to go ahead and close the request line.

All right, we're gonna try Moose Gooseers.

That's when the moose up in the Northwest became lethargic in their mating habits.

I don't think we ought to do Moose Gooseers.

I'm not so sure we could do Moose Gooseers.

How about, uh, Honey binders?

Oh, honey binders.

Honey binders.

That's a girdle.

Girdle, yeah.

How about them honey binders, ain't they great?

They're worn for protection on every date.

They're worn by the huge and worn by the tiny.

They're worn by every babe what's got a honey.

See, them honey binders never confess.

They'll wiggle into one every time they dress.

If you wanna be a honey binder, here's how it's done.

Gonna stuff your honey in bun by bun.

Love you.

Okay, any more requests?

Over here.

Which?

City of New Orleans.

Oh, that's a great song.

We'll do City of New Orleans.

Not tonight, but we're gonna do it.

All right, City of New Orleans.

How many vote for City of New Orleans?

Okay, now y'all gotta be sure to sing along.

By the way, how long are we supposed to play?

Do we know?

Do y'all know?

Are y'all ready to go home?

Four hours.

Four hours.

Somebody said play till the cops show up.

I don't know.

Well, for a Three on a String show, the cops won't show up, but the ambulance may Okay, here we go.

This is one of those challenging songs.

It's tough to remember all the words, but here we go.

Riding on the city of New Orleans.

Illinois Central, Monday morning rail.

15 cars, 15 restless riders.

Three conductors and 25 sacks of mail.

And all along the southbound I see.

The train pulls out at Kankakee.

Rolls along past houses, farms, and fields.

Passing trains that have no name.

Freight yards full of old black men.

Graveyards full of rusty automobiles.

Good morning, America, how are you?

Don't you know me?

I'm your native son.

I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans.

And I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.

Dealing cards with the old men in the club car.

Playing penny a point, ain't no one keeping score.

Pass that paper bag that holds the bottle.

And feel the wheels rumbling neath the floor.

And the sons of porters and the sons of engineers.

Ride their fathers' magic carpets made of steel.

And mothers with their babes asleep.

Rocking to the gentle beat.

The rhythm of the rails is all they feel.

Okay, y'all sing now.

Good morning, America, how are you?

Don't you know me?

I'm your native son.

I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans.

And I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.

Nighttime on the city of New Orleans.

Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.

Halfway home and we'll be there by morning.

Through the Mississippi darkness, rolling down to the sea.

And all the towns and all the people seem to fade into a bad dream.

Steel rails still ain't heard the news.

And the conductors say, "Have a song and dance."

But all they've got's this jazz, yeah.

This train's got the disappearing railroad blues.

Almost made it.

Good night, America, how are you?

Don't you know me?

I'm your native son.

I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans.

And I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.

Way down south in Memphis, Tennessee.

Jug band music sounds sweet to me.

It sounds so sweet, and it's hard to beat.

Jug band music certainly was a treat to me.

Well, I run, run home, turn on the radio.

Jug band music make me stomp the floor.

It sounds so sweet, and it's hard to beat.

Jug band music certainly was a treat to me.

Bobby's gonna play that dobro.

I took off my socks and I took off my shoes.

I jump all around to them jug band blues.

Sounds so sweet, and it's hard to beat.

Jug band music certainly was a treat to me.

All right, here's a treat for you.

Oh, give him a hand!

That's good I said way down south in Memphis, Tennessee.

Jug band music sounds sweet to me.

It sounds so sweet, and it's hard to beat.

Yeah, jug band music certainly was a treat.

Jug band music certainly was a treat.

Jug band music certainly was a treat to me.

Well, I just want to real quick tell you who we are up here.

Of course, we're Three on a String, and a lot of folks don't realize this about this man right here.

He's actually played on the Grand Ole Opry.

Of course, it was closed at the time, and they had to come shoo him away.

No, no, no.

No, Andy played on there when he was with Claire Lynch, Front Porch String Band.

Andy McGinnis, give him a round of applause right there.

And while you're at it, I'm Brad.

Give me a round of applause.

And of course, this is our local legend.

We call him Ledge for short.

Maybe some of you don't realize this, but when you watch Ken Burns' documentary series on PBS, a lot of the music you're hearing was recorded by this fellow right here, Mr.

Bobby Horton.

And how about The Foggy Hollow Review?

Yes.

And we certainly want to thank Jacksonville State University for all the support they give to this thing, and for the Little River Canyon Center for putting this on.

It's just been a fantastic, fantastic night.

And yeah, give them a round of applause, too.

Yes.

So we got one or two more to play for you.

Bobby, let's do the classic cowboy song.

Okay, Weeks.

As you can tell, we're all sweating just a little bit.

It's that time of year where it's very hot.

I always feel sorry for the cowboys out on the western plains because it's so hot they can't have the traditional cowboy campfire.

They just have to sit around a dark spot in the dirt.

But eventually, one of the cowboys gets out a guitar, and they go through the cowboy repertoire.

They always include this song right here.

An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day.

On a ridge he rested as he went along his way.

When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw, plowing through the ragged sky.

And up a cloudy draw.

Their brands were still on fire, their hooves were made of steel.

Horns of black and shiny, hot breath he could feel.

Then a bolt of fear went through him as they rumbled through the sky.

Saw three riders coming hard.

And he heard their mournful cry.

Yippie yi yay.

Yippie yi yo.

Ghost riders in the sky.

Their faces were gaunt, their eyes a-burn, their shirts all soaked with sweat.

They're riding hard to catch that herd, but they ain't caught them yet.

They've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky.

Four horses smoking fire.

As they ride on near the cry.

Y'all sing.

Yippie yi yay.

Yippie yi yo.

Ghost riders in the sky.

As the riders rode on by him, he heard one call his name.

"Hey, Brad."

If you want to save your soul from hell, riding on our range.

Hey, cowboy, change your ways today, or with us you will ride.

Trying to catch the devil's herd.

One.

Crosses in the sky.

Ghost riders in the sky.

Yippie yi yay, yippie yi yo.

Ghost riders in the sky.

Ghost riders in the sky.

Who you gonna call?

Well, I said, well, I said, well, this train is bound for glory.

This train, this train is bound for glory.

This train, this train is bound for glory.

Try to get right.

Try to get holy.

This train is bound for glory, this train.

Now this train got the Holy Spirit.

This train, this train got the Holy Spirit.

This train, this train got the Holy Spirit.

Can I get an amen?

Can I get a witness?

This train got the Holy Spirit, this train.

Now this train is bound for glory.

This train, this train is bound for glory.

This train, yeah, this train is bound for glory.

Try to get right.

Try to get holy.

This train is bound for glory, this train.

This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine.

This little light of mine.

I'm gonna let it shine.

This little light of mine.

I'm gonna let it shine.

Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.

Hide it under a bushel?

No.

I'm gonna let it shine.

Hide it under a bushel?

No.

I'm gonna let it shine.

Hide it under a bushel?

No.

I'm gonna let it shine.

Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.

Now do Lord, oh, do Lord, oh, do remember me.

Do Lord, oh, do Lord, oh, do remember me.

Do Lord, oh, do Lord, oh, do remember me.

Look away beyond the blue.

I took Jesus as my savior, you take him too.

I took Jesus as my savior, you take him too.

I took Jesus as my savior, you take him too.

Look away beyond the blue.

Well, I wandered so aimless, life filled with sin.

I wouldn't let my despair end.

Then Jesus came like a thief in the night.

Praise the Lord, I saw the light.

Everybody, come on.

I saw the light, I saw the light.

No more darkness, no more night.

Now I'm so happy, no sorrow in sight.

Praise the Lord, I saw the light.

Well, just like a blind man, I wandered alone.

Worries and fears I claimed for my own.

But now I've traded the wrong for the right.

And praise the Lord, I saw the light.

I saw the light, I saw the light.

No more darkness, no more night.

Now I'm so happy, no sorrow in sight.

Praise the Lord, I saw the light.

Praise the Lord, I saw the light.

Thank you so much, folks.

Thank y'all.

This has been The Meridian.

More, more, they cried.

More!

More!

Yeah, more.

Okay, we'll do another one.

Look, I've taken up an offer and I got $1.65.

Gonna do one more.

We'll do it.

Well, Andy wrote this song years and years ago, and we still like to close our shows with it because it's such a poignant, meaningful song to us.

And it just speaks of how we feel about you guys when you come out and hang out with us and let us do our thing for you.

And so this will be our final number The great Andy McGinnis to sing "Best of Friends" by request.

The sun is slowly sinking now.

The shadow's growing long.

I'd like to stay around a while and sing another song.

We know even best of friends must sometimes be apart.

And we'll always keep your memory in our hearts.

And one day soon, I know we'll meet to sing our songs again.

It seems so close to paradise, just being with you friends.

We know even best of friends must sometimes be apart.

And we'll always keep your memory in our hearts.

But now it's time to say goodbye.

We wish that we could stay.

Your memory remains with us until another day.

And we know even best of friends must sometimes be apart.

And we'll always keep your memory in our hearts.

Yes, we'll always keep your memory in our hearts.

God bless you, folks.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Good night.