WE'VE GOT THE WEAVERS
Up in these hills we've only got the sweet things :
mandolins and dulcimers and nothing else uptempo.
We sing of farm fields and hay and silage, and all
that Americana stuff. The guy with the guitar is the
outsider - if he makes a mistake, we'll string him up.
Those hills in the background - yeah, those are
where we live. This place is just our meeting hall.
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