[Starting Verse]
We pick and we pluck, our fingers dance on the strings
Bluegrass is our language, the melody it sings
From the hills of Kentucky to the streets of Tennessee
We weave together styles, creating something free

[Verse 2]
Our banjos and fiddles, they play in perfect sync
The mandolin and guitar, they make the music sink
We blend the old with new, we break traditional norms
Innovation and skill, our fabric takes new forms

[Chorus]
Intricate and soulful, our music fills the air (oh-yeah)
From the roots of bluegrass to the crossroads we share (we share)
Technicality and depth, in every note we play
Our bluegrass transcends, in a unique and vibrant way

[Verse 3]
In Hot Springs, Virginia, the echoes fill the night,
Where Reed and his kin, beneath the moonlight bright.
Their hearts entwined with strings, in every chord a story,
Of love and loss, of pain and glory.

[Verse 4]
Through the valleys and the shadows, they carry on the tune,
Under the watchful gaze of the silvery moon.
Their music, a bridge over time's vast divide,
A testament to where their spirits reside.

[Chorus]
Intricate and soulful, our music fills the air (oh-yeah)
From the roots of bluegrass to the crossroads we share (we share)
With every strum, with every beat, we lay our souls bare,
Our bluegrass transcends, a love beyond compare.

[Bridge]
And as the dawn breaks over mountains so high,
Their songs mingle with the colors of the sky.
In this sacred place, where the hot springs flow,
Their music plants the seeds from which new dreams grow.

[Outro]
So here's to Reed, and to the music that binds,
To the rolling hills and the wandering minds.



[Chorus]
Intricate and soulful, our music fills the air (oh-yeah)
From the roots of bluegrass to the crossroads we share (we share)
With every strum, with every beat, we lay our souls bare,
Our bluegrass transcends, a love beyond compare.

[Bridge]
And as the dawn breaks over mountains so high,
Their songs mingle with the colors of the sky.
In this sacred place, where the hot springs flow,
Their music plants the seeds from which new dreams grow.

[Outro]
So here's to Reed, and to the music that binds,
To the rolling hills and the wandering minds.



[Bridge]
And as the dawn breaks over mountains so high,
Their songs mingle with the colors of the sky.
In this sacred place, where the hot springs flow,
Their music plants the seeds from which new dreams grow.

[Outro]
So here's to Reed, and to the music that binds,
To the rolling hills and the wandering minds.
For in the heart of Virginia, under the wide, open sky,
The spirit of bluegrass will never die.