Sweet!

Beautiful ❤️

This is so great!

I would almost sell my soul to play banjo like this

Very close to the original but more subtle slides and slurred notes. Love it

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So nice!!

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Love it

RiGHTEOIS

I will never apologize for loving old-time Bloomington, Indiana music as much as I do

God bless

Love it. amen

Not that anyone really cares, but, this is exactly why I LOVED BLOOMINGTON, INDIANA. Forgive me lord if I have sinned

Odd B part in this tune.

Bloomington, Indiana. The old-time music Mecca, and I feel so honored that I arrived there at the peak of old-time music perfection🙏

ANEN

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RIGHTEOUS tunes from Wild West saloons

Last call

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Old-time music at its finest. You do it proud

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RIGHTEOUS

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RIGHTEOUS

Righteous

Don’t you love it!!!!!!

Pure joy to hear

This is what I’m talkin’ ‘bout

Hawk Hubbard and David Molk and Grey Larson and numerous others made Bloomington,Indiana the old time music Mecca of the world

Don’t you love it. Doesn’t get any finer

Sure wish I could jump right in

Guess Hawk’s playin’ this in heaven

Fantastic!!

Wow. Linda took that photo!! Sweet! Thanks for this, Brad. I hope our paths cross again some day soon.

Theres a place thats far away And a little mound of clay That recalls to me the days of long ago When Id sit on mothers knee And she'd talk and sing to me How I loved her voice and laughter sweet and low Though her love will always linger I can see her day by day As she sits there in that little cabin home Though the house has blown away And the fields with grass are grey I can ne'er forget my ozark mountain home Though I bow my head in sorrow For I know we'll meet tomorrow In that little mound of clay there in the hills Im going back And build a shack By that little mound of clay Im going back And build a shack In those ozark hills far away Oh her life was sweet to me Just as sweet as sweet can be And her aching heart was always full of pain From that little mound of clay She will guide me day by day And Ill never roam the distant ways again In words that live forever She reminded me to never Take advantage of the weak ones of our day Though were better off in name We will all just be the same When we meet there in the shadow of the clay Though I bow my head in sorrow For I know we'll meet tomorrow In that little mound of clay there in the hills Im going back And build a shack By that little mound of clay Im going back And build a shack In those ozark hills far away

Can I ask what the corn starch helps with?? Thanks!!!!!

Helluva tune.

For a couple of guys who couldn't think of what to play, they really got this one off.

Excellent

Great one

Beautiful just beautiful.

The finest music in all the land

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Sounds a whole lot like Cherokee Shuffle, don’t it? Love it

Love that tiny little banjo-lukale

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AMEN