Basket Landing: Music

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We were all sitting down on the porch one warm dark Ozark night,
Singing to the crickets in the hollow and the lightning bugs in the starlight,
All those many years ago it seems like yesterday,
When four young kids from the hills back home sat down to sing and play.

Was a joyful noise that we had found,
Like local boys out on the town.
With a flat top box and a banjo we'd raise our voices high,
A string bass and a mandolin would drift up to the sky,
Clouds took on the feeling of that high and lonesome sound,
We'd laugh and play in the evening light on the porch when the sun went down.

We were best of friends on the porch back then,
We were next of kin to the mandolin.
And Orion and the Milky Way laughed at what we'd found,
And the Dipper high in Missouri sky stopped to listen to the sound,
While Doug and Dean and Mitch and me like wild geese taking flight,
Borne on wings of banjo strings on a warm dark Ozark night.

Now the years slip by and the weeds grow high ‘round the old place back home,
And you run and play like yesterday but it seems so long ago,
So here we are together to reunite the sound,
Takes me away to yesterday on the porch when the sun went down.