(feat. Molly Tuttle, Larry Campbell & Teresa Williams)

Deep away in the Bluegrass Pines
Where the wide wide river of whiskey winds
Deep away in the Bluegrass Pines
Glory in the territory sanctuary chimes

Wanted to tell you bout a friend of mine
(Whiskey River in the Bluegrass Pines)
One of, you could call it, the roving kind
(Whiskey River in the Bluegrass Pines)
Life seems short when you live forever
(Whiskey River in the Bluegrass Pines)
Wasn't so smart but pretty damn clever
The Whisky River in the Bluegrass Pines

Deep away in the Bluegrass Pines
Where the wide wide river of whiskey winds
Deep away in the Bluegrass Pines
Glory in the territory sanctuary chimes

We both belonged to the same damn chain gang
(Whiskey River in the Bluegrass Pines)
Me and my late friend Lash LaRue
(Whiskey River in the Bluegrass Pines)
Wait 'til morning when the tide rolls out
(Whiskey River in the Bluegrass Pines)
For things we'd rather not talk about

Deep away in the Bluegrass Pines
Where the wide wide river of whiskey winds
Deep away in the Bluegrass Pines
Glory in the territory sanctuary chimes

Deep in the Bluegrass Forest at Midnight
Moon turned down as soft as candlelight
Mandolins stutter and banjos frail
While the last electric stars grow pale
The patter of twilight guitars creep
From under the bracken where they sleep
Tones of strings a full choir of bullfrogs crooning

Deep away in the Bluegrass Pines
Glory in the territory sanctuary chimes

Set out on gator back from Lake Diane
A twelve-string banjo in my left hand
Busted up seven along the way
Fives's all I got left to play
Days gone by out on the run
What little good or harm we done
Those who died, the rest still dyin'
By the Whiskey river in the Bluegrass Pines

Deep away in the Bluegrass Pines
Glory in the territory cemetery chimes
Been on the wagon ninety-nine years
Make it one more, you owe me a beer

Deep away in the Bluegrass Pines
Where the wide wide river of whiskey winds
Deep away in the Bluegrass Pines
Glory in the territory sanctuary chimes