Country music started in the hills a long long time ago
By a country boy with a guitar & a 5-string banjo
They'd sit there on the mountainside & make the valley rain
And people would come from miles around just to hear them play & sing
They'd drive their buggies into town & climb upon the seat
And then, they'd start to sing & play for people on the street
They'd gather 'round & clap their hands & set your soul on fire
This country boy with a banjo & an old flattop guitar
(Banjo)
They'd sing about the old folks, the rivers & the hills
They'd even have stories of the old moonshine stills
They made people laugh & cry it's a biggest sound by far
This country boy with a banjo & an old flattop guitar
They'd drive their buggies into town & climb upon the seat
And then, they'd start to sing & play for people on the street
They'd gather 'round & clap their hands & set your soul on fire
This country boy with a banjo & an old flattop guitar
(Fiddle)
They came down 'round the mountains riding on the crooked trail
They'd sing the old, high, lonesome songs that we love so well
That banjo would be ringing with the guitar under their strife
And Big Country is here to play & sing for you tonight
They'd drive their buggies into town & climb upon the seat
And then, they'd start to sing & play for people on the street
They'd gather 'round & clap their hands & set your soul on fire
This country boy with a banjo & an old flattop guitar
(Fiddle)
(Banjo)