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You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing (updated)

This. Is. So. Freakin'. Cool.

Via the lovely Laura.

UPDATE: Okay, so I'm a sappy old fart. I couldn't resist posting the lyrics to another song. Along with "Uncle Pen", it's another favorite, and brings me almost to tears anytime I hear it. Joel understands that, I'm sure. Lyrics posted after the "Uncle Pen".

This is one of my favorite bluegrass songs of all time.

I'll never forget that mournful day old Uncle Pen was called away
He hung up his fiddle, hung up his bow, he knew it was time for him to go

Late in the evening about sundown, high on a hill above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, lord how it would ring, you could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

Another favorite that tears me up whenever I hear it. I'm leaving in the repeated lines because in the context of the song it works so well - the second iteration is a bluesy halfstep lower. If you've never hear it, find a copy to understand what I mean:

I sell the morning paper, sir, my name is Jimmy Brown
Everybody knows I am the newsboy of the town
You can hear me yelling "Morning Star" as I run along the street
I have no hat upon my head, no shoes upon my feet
I have no hat upon my head, no shoes upon my feet

I'm awful cold and hungry, sir, my clothes are torn and thin
I wander 'bout from place to place, my daily bread to win
Never mind, sir, how I look, don't look at me and frown
I sell the morning paper, sir, my name is Jimmy Brown
I sell the morning paper, sir, my name is Jimmy Brown

My father died a drunkard, sir, I've heard my mother say
And I am helping mother, sir, as I journey on my way
Mother always tells me, sir, I've nothing in this world to lose
I've got a place in Heaven, sir, to sell the Gospel News.
Never mind, sir, how I look, don't look at me and frown
I sell the morning paper, sir, my name is Jimmy Brown
I sell the morning paper, sir, my name is Jimmy Brown

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