Where the Bluegrass Grows - Steven Curtis Chapman

Well I come from a place where the bluegrass grows

Where the rivers run and the music flows

And I carry it with me everywhere I go

Cause underneath my skin

Well I’ve really always been

Just a boy who comes from where the bluegrass grows

Well the first sound I remember as a little barefoot boy

Was my daddy’s Martin guitar and a five string banjo

Skipping stones on Cripple Creek and climbing up Foggy Mountain

And finding my way home to the sound of the banjo

And oh how sweet that sound

Well I come from a place where the bluegrass grows

Where the rivers run and the music flows

And I carry it with me everywhere I go

Cause underneath my skin

Well I’ve really always been

Just a boy who comes from where the bluegrass grows

Well I learned to play that guitar and I set out on the road

But I never would’ve dreamed all the places I’d go

From the Opry stage to Carnegie my simple songs have carried me

But I come right back home when I hear a banjo

And oh how sweet that sound

Well I come from a place where the bluegrass grows

Where the rivers run and the music flows

And I carry it with me everywhere I go

Cause underneath my skin

Well I’ve really always been

Just a boy who comes from where the bluegrass grows

Where the bluegrass grows

And oh how sweet that sound

Well I come from a place where the bluegrass grows

Where the rivers run and the music flows

And I carry it with me everywhere I go

Cause underneath my skin

Well I’ve really always been

Just a boy who comes from where the bluegrass

I come from where the bluegrass

I’m just a boy from where the bluegrass grows