"There's a well-beaten path in the old mountainside
Where I wandered when I was a lad
And I wandered alone to the place I call home
In those Blue Ridge hills far away...
Oh, I love those hills of old Virginia
From those Blue Ridge hills I did roam
When I die won't you bury me on the mountain
Far away near my Blue Ridge mountain home...."
What a great day it was. On the way back, I received two calls from friends wanting to pick Bluegrass and believe it or not, I had to decline from being too tired! Hard to believe, I know.