Wartime Blues's lyrics & chords

Strange territory. An excellent road to escape that leads from one pasture to another, that’s how we began. One mandolin, one banjo, a left-handed Epiphone and a shared love for grassroots music in the fall of 2006. Playing our first open-mic and thinking we were gods because they picked us to headline the next week. Shows in Montana coffeehouses and a burgeoning freak scene. Finding Ms. Joyce over Russian cigarettes at a good-bye party that never happened. Snatching Ms. Brown and Mr. Netzloff at a potluck, Mr. McCain at a Wolf show, Mr. Kna...read more