Where the Bluegrass Grows

<p>Well I come from a place where the bluegrass grows<br/>Where the rivers run and the music flows<br/>And I carry it with me everywhere I go<br/>Cause underneath my skin<br/>Well I&#x27;ve really always been<br/>Just a boy who comes from where the bluegrass grows<br/><br/>Well the first sound I remember as a little barefoot boy<br/>Was my daddy&#x27;s Martin guitar and a five string banjo<br/>Skipping stones on Cripple Creek and climbing up Foggy Mountain<br/>And finding my way home to the sound of the banjo<br/>And oh, how sweet that sound<br/><br/>Well I come from a place where the bluegrass grows<br/>Where the rivers run and the music flows<br/>And I carry it with me everywhere I go<br/>Cause underneath my skin<br/>Well I&#x27;ve really always been<br/>Just a boy who comes from where the bluegrass grows<br/>Well I learned to play that guitar and I set out on the road<br/>But I never would&#x27;ve dreamed all the places I&#x27;d go<br/>From the Opry stage to Carnegie my simple songs have carried me<br/>But I come right back home when I hear a banjo<br/>And oh, how sweet that sound<br/><br/>Well I come from a place where the bluegrass grows<br/>Where the rivers run and the music flows<br/>And I carry it with me everywhere I go<br/>Cause underneath my skin<br/>Well I&#x27;ve really always been<br/>Just a boy who comes from where the bluegrass grows<br/>Where the bluegrass grows<br/><br/>And oh how sweet that sound<br/>Well I come from a place where the bluegrass grows<br/>Where the rivers run and the music flows<br/>And I carry it with me everywhere I go<br/>Cause underneath my skin<br/>Well I&#x27;ve really always been<br/>Just a boy who comes from where the bluegrass<br/>I come from where the bluegrass<br/>I&#x27;m just a boy from where the bluegrass grows