On a particular long and winding road, aptly named “The Blue Moon Of Kentucky Highway,” one can often hear the faint tremolo of a far off mandolin while driving under the glow of a thousand stars. If you follow that melody, its timbre will grow and you will begin to make out other instruments – the pluck of a banjo, the slow screech of a fiddle, the harmony of southern voices. This road will take you through memories of rich history and deep-rooted musicality. It will take you to where it’s hero rests and his legend still lives on.
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