Lied zur Freitagnacht

"all which isn't singing is mere talking"

dichtete E.E. Cummings. Nun denn, lassen wir die Dixie Bee Liners ihr Lied über die Musik aus den Bergen Virginias singen:



"A fiddle and a bow and an old banjo, what we call mountain soul:
Come and be a part of it down on The Crooked Road"