Special Consensus - Monroe lyrics

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He came down from old Rosine with a song and a mandolin

Tilling ground and planting seeds

Where no one had ever been

He brought it down to Nashville,

And they all knew his name

He played the Grand Old Opry and it never was the same.

[Chorus]

Bear down on that fiddle son when you play that Old Muleskinner

All you got and then some, and I'll jump in on the tenor

Pick it Earl, here it comes, Lester and his old G-run

You can't do it that way son, according to Monroe's doctrine

Ain't no part of nothing.

All the years he traveled, down them rough and rocky roads

Singing high and lonesome with his body and soul

Well Monroe was a wheel hoss,

It's a bluegrass way,

Every time he kicked it off, I thought I'd hear him say...

Bear down on that fiddle son when you play that Old Muleskinner

All you got and then some, and I'll jump in on the tenor

Pick it Earl, here it comes, Lester and his old G-run

You can't do it that way son, according to Monroe's doctrine

Ain't no part of nothing.

Pick it Earl, here it comes, Lester and his old G-run

You can't do it that way son, according to Monroes' doctrine

Ain't no part of nothing.

Thanks to Compost Mentis for correcting these lyrics