They Called It Music

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He went up on the mountain, to hear the old man play,
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and everything about him was steeped in the old time way.
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The sound he made was stirring, it was magic it was fun,
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when asked what it was called back when he smiled and he said son.

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They called it music. In the church house in the fields,
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it was honest it was simple and it helped the hard times heal.
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It was music, they sang it deep down in the mines, in dark
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and lonesome prison cells, behind battle lines. They called it music.

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Our fathers fathers fiddle tunes on Saturdays in town,
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stayed in our heads and hearts all week, until it came back around.
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I swear the ghosts are with me, I can feel them when I play.
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It wasn't all about the money like it is today.

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They called it music. In the church house in the fields,
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it was honest it was simple and it helped the hard times heal.
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It was music, they sang it deep down in the mines, in dark
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and lonesome prison cells, behind battle lines. They called it music.

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Oh he didn't need to read a word, to memorize a hymn,
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way down in your soul you know a seed was sown in then.
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There's a power in those old songs, I hope will never fade.
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Some love em' like their children and don't let them get away.

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They called it music. In the church house in the fields,
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it was honest it was simple and it helped the hard times heal.
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It was music, they sang it deep down in the mines, in dark
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and lonesome prison cells, behind battle lines. They called it music.

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