Hammock in July (feat. Chris Jacobson)

I've been through some bars and Followed the stars One thing that stuck with me is This Old Guitar, I Learned how to pick it in a Hammock in July, with a Mountain Breeze blowing in the Valley Now those old tunes still Stay with me, I Love their sweet Melodies And I learned how to pick them in a Hammock in July, with a Mountain Breeze blowing in the Valley Now this old world has Sure changed a lot since I Put down the tune about a Hammock in July I Love my Country and Defend her from all harm and I Love to sit and pick for you on This old guitar Now those old tunes still Stay with me, I Love their sweet Melodies And I learned how to pick them in a Hammock in July, with a Mountain Breeze blowing in the Valley I met my Red-Head Lassie when she Came in from the night the White Shawl on her shoulders is Such a pretty sight, She Made me Eggs and Biscuits Jelly in a Jar and I Love to sit and pick for her on This Old Guitar Now those old tunes still Stay with me, I Love their sweet Melodies And I learned how to pick them in a Hammock in July, with a Mountain Breeze blowing in the Valley