High on a Mountain

by Ola Belle Reed, © Midstream Music (BMI). Used by Permission.

As I looked at the valleys down below,
They were green just as far as I could see.
As my memory turned, oh how my heart did yearn,
For you and the days that used to be.

Chorus:
High on a mountain, wind blowin’ free,
Thinkin’ about the days that used to be.
High on a mountain, standing all alone,
Wonderin’ where the years of my life have flown.

Oh I wonder if you ever think of me,
Or if time has blotted out your memory
As I listen

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What Kind of Mandolin Should I Get?

By Wayne Erbsen

Unless a free mandolin just falls in your lap, you’ll need to purchase one. When you go shopping for a mandolin, I strongly suggest that you don’t buy a cheap one off the Internet. Most of these cheapo instruments will sound like a tin can strung with barbed wire. Instead, you should visit your local music store and get the expert advice of a knowledgeable sales person. Be sure to stress that you’re a beginner and that you need a mandolin that’s set up so it’s easy to play.

Mandolin stylesEven before you make a trip to a

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Quill Rose, Mountain Fiddler

“He could neither kill a bear, play the fiddle, nor shoot a gun.” 1860

Quill-Rose-on-the-porch

The unknown writer of this disparaging quote apparently was not talking about a mountain man from the Great Smoky Mountains of Tennessee named Quill Rose, who could do all three, and more.

Born Aquilla Rose in Cades Cove, Blount County, Tennessee on May 4, 1841, he died on November 3, 1921 at the ripe old age of eighty. Tall, wiry and broad-shouldered, he had long dark hair and sported a beard. At 6 foot 1½ inches, he was considerably taller than most men at that time.

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Poor Wayfaring Stranger

Clawhammer banjo for the complete ignoramus cover

Poor Wayfaring Stranger

I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger
traveling through this world of woe
But there’s no sickness, toil, nor danger
In this bright world to which I go.

I’m going there is see my father,
I’m going there no more to roam
I’m just a going over Jordan,
I’m just a going over home.

I know dark clouds will gather round me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet beauteous fields lie just before me
Where God’s redeemed their vigils keep.

I’m going there to see my mother
She said’ she’d meet me when I come

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‘I Wish I Was A Mole in the Ground’ – Clawhammer Banjo Tab

“I Wish I Was a Mole in the Ground” was the very first tune recorded on the banjo in the style that would eventually be known as old-time music. Playing banjo and singing on this song was Bascom Lamar Lunsford.

Lunsford, who famously called himself “The Squire of South Turkey Creek,” was the first to record “I Wish I Was a Mole in the Ground” on March 15, 1924. This recording marked the first time that anyone had recorded on the 5-string banjo in what would later be called country music. For that, we tip our hat to Mr. Lunsford.

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Down in the Willow Gardens

Clawhammer banjo for the complete ignoramus cover

Down in the Willow Gardens

Down in the willow gardens
Where me and my love did meet;
There we sat a-courting
My love dropped off to sleep.

I had a bottle of burglar’s wine
That my true love did not know.
And there I poisoned my own true love
Down under the banks below.

I drew my saber through her
Which was a bloody knife.
I threw her in the river,
Which was a dreadful sight.

My father always taught me
That money would set me free.
If I would murder that pretty little miss
Whose name was Rose Connally.

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Ralph Stanley’s ‘I’ve Just Seen the Rock of Ages’ – Bluegrass Banjo Tab

By Wayne Erbsen

Ralph Stanley Photo by Jim Scancarelli

Cold chills. That’s what I get when I hear the eerie voice of Ralph Stanley. You can say that I’ve been a true blue Stanley Brothers nut since I first heard them in 1962. Just thumbing through my collection of LPs, I count 58 Stanley Brothers or Ralph Stanley albums, and that doesn’t include several bootleg CDs of live shows. Most of the albums have been played half to death.

When I heard that Ralph had passed away, I felt a deep sense of sadness. Of course, I started to think of all the Stanley Brothers songs

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Truss Rods by Bob Smakula

I’ve recently been reading many newspaper and magazine articles on the greatest inventions of the last 98 years. You tend to see the same things over and over: air travel, nylon, transistors, and even Little Debbie Nutty Bars. My personal favorite is one that few people ever see, though most guitar, banjo, and mandolin players rely on it to keep their instruments in shape. This hidden treasure-the truss rod-has saved me countless hours of neck adjustments.

The earliest manufactured guitars were intended to be played with gut strings and neck reinforcement was a minor. As players demanded louder instruments, steel

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