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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Molly Tuttle
Molly Tuttle
Acoustic Guitar
Bill Payne
Bill Payne
Piano
Scott Sharrard
Scott Sharrard
Electric Guitar
Fred Tackett
Fred Tackett
Mandolin
Kenny Gradney
Kenny Gradney
Bass
Sam Clayton
Sam Clayton
Percussion
Tony Leone
Tony Leone
Drums
Larry Campbell & Teresa Williams
Larry Campbell & Teresa Williams
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill Payne
Bill Payne
Songwriter
Robert Hunter
Robert Hunter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vance Powell
Vance Powell
Producer
Bill Payne
Bill Payne
Producer

Lyrics

Deep away in the Bluegrass Pines
Where the wide wide river of whiskey winds
Deep away in the Bluegrass Pines
Glory in the territory sanctuary chimes
 
Wanted to tell you bout a friend of mine
(Whiskey River in the Bluegrass Pines)
One of, you could call it, the roving kind
(Whiskey River in the Bluegrass Pines)
Life seems short when you live forever
(Whiskey River in the Bluegrass Pines)
Wasn't so smart but pretty damn clever
The Whisky River in the Bluegrass Pines
 
Deep away in the Bluegrass Pines
Where the wide wide river of whiskey winds
Deep away in the Bluegrass Pines
Glory in the territory sanctuary chimes
 
We both belonged to the same damn chain gang
(Whiskey River in the Bluegrass Pines)
Me & my late friend Lash LaRue
(Whiskey River in the Bluegrass Pines)
Wait til morning when the tide rolls out
(Whiskey River in the Bluegrass Pines)
For things we'd rather not talk about
 
Deep away in the Bluegrass Pines
Where the wide wide river of whiskey winds
Deep away in the Bluegrass Pines
Glory in the territory sanctuary chimes
Deep in the Bluegrass Forest at Midnight
Moon turned down as soft as candlelight
Mandolins stutter & banjos frail
While the last electric stars grow pale
The patter of twilight guitars creep
From under the bracken where they sleep
Tones of strings a full choir of bullfrogs crooning
                                
Deep away in the Bluegrass Pines
Glory in the territory sanctuary chimes
 
Set out on gator back from Lake Diane
A twelve-string banjo in my left hand
Busted up seven along the way
Fives's all I got left to play
Days gone by out on the run
What little good or harm we done
Those who died, the rest still dyin'
By the Whiskey river in the Bluegrass Pines
 
Deep away in the Bluegrass Pines
Glory in the territory cemetery chimes
Been on the wagon ninety-nine years
Make it one more, you owe me a beer
 
Deep away in the Bluegrass Pines
Where the wide wide river of whiskey winds
Deep away in the Bluegrass Pines
Glory in the territory sanctuary chimes
Written by: Bill Payne, Robert Hunter

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