I was born jewel-eyed that night, in 1923
In a barber shop in Florida, that’s where the master found me
Lived for an orchestra that wouldn’t be my fate
I’d helped form a brand-new sound from the Grand Ole Opry state
From Jerusalem region seemed to gaslight schoolhouse state
Miles and miles of backbone in the back of a Chevrolet
From the baseball games and each day I work the phone
And the music of America was born
Blue moon of Kentucky, been running up a pеn
I crossed the land therе ain’t for me, time and time again
Just a second-hand man to love, hanging on the wall
Till the master’s hands changed it all
Now, Bill Monroe was dressed in the ole Kentucky claim
And I’m in the hall of fame, proudly on display
The folks, they come from ’round the world to see me once again
And hear the music I created, in the master’s hands
Blue moon of Kentucky, been running up a pen
I crossed the land there ain’t for me, time and time again
Just a second-hand man to love, hanging on the wall
Till the master’s hands changed it all
Just a second-hand man to love, hanging on the wall
Till the master’s hands changed it all
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