Molly Tuttle - Grass Valley (Live) feat. Jack Tuttle

Molly Tuttle and her father, Jack Tuttle, perform "Grass Valley," a song from her album 'Crooked Tree': mollytuttle.ln...
Filmed at Hartland Studios in Nashville
Video Directed and edited by Kaitlyn Raitz
Written by Molly Tuttle and Mark Simos
GRASS VALLEY
I remember when I first drove
With my dad up to Grass Valley
Four hours north of San Francisco
Just outside Nevada City
The road winding through those
Dry brown hills of gold country
I was ten years old and happy
Out of school a week early
We drove past the welcome sign
People playing ’neath the pines
Heard the music floating from the stage
Pitched our tent and walked around
My heart opened to the sound
I didn’t know it then
But my life had turned a page
Standing ’round jamming
To the sounds of Little Annie
Baptized in the campgrounds of Grass Valley
Deadheads in tie-dye array
Dawg music devotees
Like nothing I’d ever heard or seen
It was jamgrass for the hippies
Old stuff from the fifties
Just about nothing in between
I stood and tried to play along
Though I only knew a couple songs
While bolder kids sat in with the bands
I watched and envied from afar
Head bowed down over my guitar
Prayin’ to catch that magic in my hands
Standing ’round jamming
To the sounds of Little Annie
Baptized in the campgrounds of Grass Valley
Some years have passed now I’m back
Here in the foothills of gold country
Same songs being played
They’re singing in the shade of the pine trees
A shy kid with a mandolin
I can see her on the sidelines staring at me
She looks just like I did
The first time that I came to Grass Valley
Standing ‘round jamming
To the sounds of Little Annie
Baptized in the campgrounds of Grass Valley
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