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Playing Bluegrass At Zuma Clyde Byrd and David "Jack" Cook This work is dedicated to the public domain [Verse 1]
CMarshall's just a Flittle town in the Chills of CaroG7line CSome folks swear the Ammusic there is D7sweet as Muscat G7wine CAnd when you get Fthe notion you can Cgrease your fiddle Flicks CPlaying bluegrass music at D7Zuma Thursday G7night with Bobby CHicks
C D7 G7 C [Verse 2]
COne night he said Fwhat the hey, I can Cscratch a piece or G7two CHe saddled up his AmSubaru and D7grabbed his fiddle G7Sue CAnd off he drove down FHayes Run Road WART Cran an old-time Fmix CTo play bluegrass music at D7Zuma Thursday G7night with Bobby CHicks C D7 G7 C
[Verse 3]
CWell things got pretty Flively, the jCava juice was G7flowin' [pause] When his tooth fell out in the privy D7fully without his G7knowin' CBut he tuned up Sue and Fgrinnin' through I Cswear on the cruciFfix CHe played bluegrass music at D7Zuma Thursday G7night with Bobby CHicks C D7 G7 C
[Verse 4]
CThe music was loud, it Fthrilled the crowd, CCripple Creek took G7flight CHe nearly cried but he Amsmiled wide with a D7big hole in his G7bite CIt was him and Sue and a Fmotley crew Crattlin' the Fbricks CPlayin' bluegrass music at D7Zuma Thursday G7night with Bobby CHicks C D7 G7 C
[Verse 5]
CYes his tooth fell out and Fbarista Sprout Cfound it in the G7can CAnd before too long I Amwrote this song, a D7tribute to The G7Man CHe can whistle now, and Fholy cow! I Cremember it transFfixed CHe played bluegrass music at D7Zuma Thursday G7night with Bobby CHicks 3x