Listening To Snowdrops

Just sitting at the window of my cabin home,

Watching the snowdrops fall, feeling alone.

Listening to Jim McCown playing snowdrops,

Takes me back to a few of the bluegrass stops.

Snowdrops, keep on dropping down,

Snowdrops, snowdrops,

Love that wonderful sound.

Snowdrops, snowdrops,

I can feel each pluck and twang.

Snowdrops, snowdrops,

I could listen to it again and again.

The banjo did the singing in Jim’s hands.

For me it was the theme song of the band.

The Outdoor Plumbing Company did many others.

They did originals and they did covers.

Snowdrops, I love that sound.

Snowdrops, snowdrops,

You could feel them coming down.

Snowdrops, snowdrops,

I can feel each pluck and twang.

Snowdrops, snowdrops,

I could listen to it again and again.

I sure do miss Jim and his banjo and fiddle.

He played all instruments more than just a little.

He was a great husband, father and musician.

Everyone will tell you he had the vision.

Snowdrops, to me he did it best.

Snowdrops, snowdrops,

I listen to it and I feel blessed.

Snowdrops, snowdrops,

I can feel each pluck and twang.

Snowdrops, snowdrops,

I could listen to it again and again.

Snowdrops, snowdrops,

I can feel each pluck and twang.

Snowdrops, snowdrops,

I could listen to it again and again.

Snowdrops