Love IIIrd Tyme Out. had the pleasure of attending Magoffin County Community Day,Aug.19-23.Enjoyed their performance and my chat with Russell Moore after the show
It's knowing that your door is always open And your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag Rolled up and stashed behind your couch And it's knowing I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains that are dried upon some line That keeps you in the backroads By the rivers of my memory That keeps you ever gentle on my mind It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy Planted on their columns now that bind me Or something that somebody said Because they thought we fit together walking It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find That you're moving on the backroads By the rivers of my memory And for hours you're just gentle on my mind Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines And the junkyards and the highways come between us And some other woman's cryin' to her mother 'Cause she turned and I was gone I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin' Cracklin' caldron in some train yard My beard a rustling, cold towel, and A dirty hat pulled low across my face Through cupped hands 'round the tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and find That you're waiting from the backroads By the rivers of my memories Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind
You can always count on IIIrd Tyme Out to nail it!! 👏👏👏
Love this song. Well done, chaps!
Very impressive. Well done guys.
Love IIIrd Tyme Out. had the pleasure of attending Magoffin County Community Day,Aug.19-23.Enjoyed their performance and my chat with Russell Moore after the show
one of the BEST EVER VERSION surely !!!! congratulations from FRANCE.......J'adore trop trop bon !!!
I love the way they play the "dip my cup of soup" verse - just perfect! John would be proud
Love this band,Russell Moore
Wow‼Just WOW‼Almost as good as " Only You"....love Russell Moore‼👏👏👏👏👏👏👏
Russell you're my favorite singer
Awesome job guys. I'm from the Florida panhandle , but a friend of mine from Hopkinsville,
Ky introduced y'alls music to me. Love it.
I love this bluegrass version of Glenn's song. I think John Hartford wrote it.
Just wonderful ...... !!
loved this version..............
I like it. Sangat bagus permainan musiknya. Mantab. Salam dari Indonesia.
haha, I don't know how many times I have watched this and I just now noticed someone stole the bottom half of the bassist's fiddle.
I loved it
awesome band!
So awesome 👍
J'aime bien...bravo !
wish I could find it on a cd...great version
Try Airy - it will extract the audio for you.
nice!!!
It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that bind me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're moving on the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman's cryin' to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin'
Cracklin' caldron in some train yard
My beard a rustling, cold towel, and
A dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round the tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you're waiting from the backroads
By the rivers of my memories
Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind
Play me home country Roads by John Denver
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What's going on with the banjo player - has he got stage fright or what.
I bet you would have stage fright if you were playing for Russell Moore!
IDK I've seen him in older videos & he was fine.
He's practicing to be a deer. His playing sounds just dandy though.
ZEN - you need to play banjo to understand. Many are called. Few are chosen.
He have nothing but knowing how to play !
Oh right. 3rd time out... not eeyered time out. That makes more sense lol