Well, it's high on a mountain
And the warm winds are blowing
And where in the winds are blowing to
Well, there ain't no way of knowing
Mountain grass is short
It's dry and close to burning
Calling out for water
As the season's turning
SWEET SMELL OF THE PINES
TALL WESTERN CEDAR
DRIFTING ON THE WIND
THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS LIKE A RIVER
I've been too long away
From these wild open skies
On the concrete trails that wind
Through the canyons dark and wide
Sounds of people talkin'
In words of blue and grey
Smells of doors and windows
Closed against the day
SWEET SMELL OF THE PINES...
Now that dust sets thick and heavy
Where my feet are falling
There's nothing but the sound
Of the jaybird calling
My mind grows dry and thirsty
As the memories linger
Drifting on the wind
Through the mountains like a river
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The musicianship--it is ALIVE, PULSING and joyous, sometimes quietly, sometimes raucously, always with their hearts in it. Among all the gems, Old Paint's banjo is one of the most beautiful arrangements ever, and that Cocaine Blues really swings--great fiddling, Josh! lenapple