Fergus sings the Blues. In bars of twelve or less. I'm a stranger. To the land. To this wilderness. All. Things are possible. But happen less and less. This. Is my country. These. Are my
Fergus sings the Blues. In bars of twelve or less. I'm a stranger. To the land. To this wilderness. All. Things are possible. But happen less and less. This. Is my country. These. Are my
Fergus sings the Blues. In bars of twelve or less. I'm a stranger. To the land. To this wilderness. All. Things are possible. But happen less and less. This. Is my country. These. Are my
Song Blue Ridge Mountain Blues . Singer Earl Scruggs. When I was young. And in my prime (in my prime!),. I left my home in Caroline. Now all I do is sit and pine,. For all those folks I left
I'll never lose. The lone star shines bright in my heart tonight. And I've got the blue bonnet blues I remember those warm summer's evenin's. Playin' out under the stars. Back then I never dreamed
