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I was there in the winter of '64 When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors Three hundred miles our trail had lead We barely had time to bury our dead
I was there in the winter of '64 When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors Three hundred miles our trail had lead We barely had time to bury our dead
country rock leanings
folk influences
a subtle use of vocal harmony
use of a string ensemble
mixed acoustic and electric instrumentation
acoustic rhythm piano
minor key tonality
slide guitars
acoustic rhythm guitars
solo strings
abstract lyrics
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this track by the Music Genome Project.
This is an awesome song. It makes me cry but also makes me proud of soldiers from all generations. Thank God people volunteer to be soldiers for all of us. Patriotism should be an everyday thing not just on the 4th of July or when a tragedy happens to awaken us. FREEDOM is a gift to be treasured and not taken for granted. I would not live ANYWHERE ELSE but this country. Yes, we have our problems but anywhere does. Our good things far outweigh any bad.Trace is getting better with age. Keep writin
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