Lyrics

Sometimes you’re sitting on the porch sipping shine
Sometimes you're passing round some elderberry wine
Then a bit of music slips into your mind
From an old place but not so distant time

Folks sitting round a blazing evening fire
Playing spoons and guitars with no amplifiers
A bow on a fiddle, a squeeze box and a bass
But the sound of that banjo
Completely fills the space

Five fingers picking and plucking on the strings
Cutting through each melody
As everybody sings
I remember that old Banjo
Would know just where to go
Five fingers picking and dancing
Dosee doe
[chorus]
Eagles fly
And time passes by
But banjo picking is always on my mind
Times will change
But the banjo will remain
A part of true Americana music that remains
[instrumental]
Not every country boy can really play
But I think that every country girl would surely say
If I had a man that played banjo in the band
that I’d be happy each and every day
I love to hear my banjo man, I love to hear him play
[instrumental]
[chorus]
Eagles fly
And time passes by
But banjo picking is always on my mind
Times will change
But the banjo will remain
A part of true Americana music that remains
[outro]
Eagles fly
And time passes by
I’ll be banjo picking till the end of time….
Play it out, boys