Billy Strings

Well, folks, I want to tell you about a traveling man.

His home was down in Tennessee.

By the time I could play guitar, you know, five, six years old, I was learning those tunes.

I might have been able to play some of them before I knew how to tie my shoes or something.

You know, it was like I was learning how to speak and talk and walk, and I was learning all these Doc Watson tunes at the same time, and it was just like a religion.

I've got the blues Those Nashville blues I've got the blues Those Nashville blues Ain't got no hat Ain't got no shoes

These people here They treat me fine These people here They treat me fine Well they feed me beer And they feed me wine And I've got the blues Those Nashville blues I've got the blues Those Nashville blues I ain't got no hat I ain't got no shoes guitar solo

Yeah, he's like the ground upon which I stand, you know.

My dad played his music all around the house growing up, and by the time I could play guitar, you know, five, six years old, I was learning those tunes too.

I might have been able to play some of them before I knew how to tie my shoes or something, you know.

It was like I was learning how to speak, and

talk and walk, and I was learning all these Doc Watson tunes at the same time, and it was just like a religion in my house.

His music is just the best.

I mean, that's what I was listening to on the way over here, the Sonic Journals, the Owsley thing that he recorded.

It's just these beautiful recordings, and gosh, it was so good.

Everything they were playing was just churning.

I mean, I think his range was really kind of something to behold when you think about it.

He had this great low baritone, and he could also yodel and get up into that really high falsetto.

But with Doc, it was always just spoken.

It was always...