(synthesizer playing) - Produced in Athens, at the Ohio University Telecommunications center.

(banjo music playing) - From Athens Ohio, Hocking Valley Bluegrass Presents, The New Vinton County Frogwhompers, Marching, Singing, Strumming, and Plucking Society.

(banjo strumming) ♪ Way down in Athens County, that's where I am, ♪ ♪ I'm goin' on the road tomorrow, up to Amsterdam.

♪ ♪ Way down in Athens County, we stop and have some wine, ♪ ♪ Athens County, Maria and me, we're doin' fine.

♪ ♪ Sweet Maria, never long gone.

♪ ♪ Sweet Maria, never long gone, never long gone.

♪ ♪ I just got into this town, I'm feeling mighty good, ♪ ♪ I found my good friend sound, I had a hunch I would.

♪ ♪ Way down in Athens County, that's where I am, ♪ ♪ I'm goin' on the road tomorrow, up to Amsterdam.

♪ ♪ Way down in Athens County, we stop and have some wine, ♪ ♪ Athens County, Maria and me, we're doin' fine.

♪ ♪ Sweet Maria, never long gone.

♪ ♪ Sweet Maria, never long gone, never long gone.

♪ (banjo strumming continues) (banjo strumming continues) (audience clapping in sync) ♪ Sweet Maria, never long gone.

♪ ♪ Sweet Maria, never long gone, never long gone.

♪ ♪ That's my good friend John, ♪ ♪ he's whistlin' a bluegrass tune.

♪ ♪ He'd pick it in the sunshine, ♪ ♪ He'll sing it in the afternoon.

♪ ♪ Way down in Athens County, that's where I am.

♪ ♪ I'm goin' on the road tomorrow, up to Amsterdam.

♪ ♪ Way down in Athens County, we stop and have some wine.

♪ ♪ Athens County, Maria and me, we're doin' fine.

♪ ♪ Sweet Maria, never long gone.

♪ ♪ Sweet Maria, never long gone, never long gone.

♪ ♪ Sweet Maria, never long gone.

♪ ♪ Sweet Maria, never long gone, never long gone.

♪ (banjos strumming continues) - Woo!

(Audience applause) (audience hollering and whistling) (faint banjo strumming) - Ah Thank you, thank you very much.

An old traditional blue grass tune now, a song by Charlie Lewis.

In a form that you probably never heard it before, Rocky Top.

(audience cheering and hollering) (blue grass music playing) ♪ Wish that I was on old Rocky Top, ♪ ♪ down in the Tennessee Hills.

♪ ♪ Ain't no smokey smoke on Rocky Top, ♪ ♪ ain't no telephone bills.

♪ ♪ Once I had a girl on Rocky Top, ♪ ♪ half bear, the other half cat.

♪ ♪ Wild as a lion and sweet as soda pop, ♪ ♪ I still dream about that.

♪ ♪ Rocky Top you'll always be, ♪ ♪ home sweet home to me.

♪ ♪ Good ole Rocky Top.

♪ ♪ Rocky Top Tennessee.

♪ ♪ Rocky Top Tennessee.

♪ ♪ Corn don't grow at all on Rocky Top, ♪ ♪ the dirt's too rocky by far.

♪ ♪ That's why all them folks on Rocky Top, ♪ ♪ drink their corn from a jar.

♪ ♪ Once two strangers climbed old Rocky Top, ♪ ♪ A looking for a moonshine still.

♪ ♪ Strangers ain't come down from Rocky Top, ♪ ♪ I reckon they never will.

♪ ♪ Rocky Top you'll always be, ♪ ♪ home sweet home to me.

♪ ♪ Good ole Rocky Top, ♪ ♪ Rocky Top Tennessee.

♪ ♪ Rocky Top Tennessee.

♪ (crowd cheering) (continuous banjo strumming) (audience clapping in sync) (banjos continues strumming) (bluegrass music continues) (bluegrass music continues) ♪ Rocky Top you'll always be, ♪ ♪ home sweet home to me.

♪ ♪ Good ole Rocky Top.

♪ ♪ Rocky Top Tennessee.

♪ ♪ Rocky Top Tennessee.

♪ - Woohoo!

(audience applauding) (man laughing) - Woo!

(man continues laughing) (audience continues applauding) (guitar strumming) (audience applauding and shouting) - Yeah!

Speaking of Tennessee, we got a song about a Tennessee horse, called "The Tennessee Stud".

(audience shouting and clapping) (guitar strumming) (banjo strumming) ♪ Well back about eighteen twenty-five, ♪ ♪ I left Tennessee very much alive.

♪ ♪ I never would have made it through the Arkansas mud, ♪ ♪ If I hadn't been riding on the Tennessee Stud.

♪ ♪ I had me some trouble with my sweetheart's pa. ♪ ♪ One of her brothers was a bad outlaw.

♪ ♪ So I sent her a letter about my Uncle Fud, ♪ ♪ And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud.

♪ ♪ The Tennessee Stud was long and lean, ♪ ♪ The color of the sun and his eyes were green.

♪ ♪ He had the nerve and he had the blood.

♪ ♪ There never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud.

♪ ♪ Drifted on down into no man's land.

♪ ♪ I crossed the river called Rio Grande.

♪ ♪ I raced my horse with the Spaniards bold, ♪ ♪ 'Til I won me a skinful of silver and gold.

♪ ♪ Now me and the gambler, we couldn't agree.

♪ ♪ We got in a fight over Tennessee.

♪ ♪ We turned our guns he fell with a thud, ♪ ♪ and I got away on the Tennessee Stud.

♪ ♪ The Tennessee Stud was long and lean, ♪ ♪ the color of the sun and his eyes were green.

♪ ♪ He had the nerve and he had the blood, ♪ ♪ there never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud.

♪ ♪ Well I got just as lonesome as a man can be, ♪ ♪ Dreamin' of my girl in Tennessee.

♪ ♪ The Tennessee Stud's green eyes turned blue, ♪ ♪ 'Cause he was a dreamin' of a sweetheart too.

♪ ♪ I rode right back across Arkansas.

♪ ♪ I whipped her brother and I whipped her pa. ♪ ♪ I found that girl with the golden hair, ♪ ♪ Now she was riding that Tennessee Mare.

♪ ♪ Now The Tennessee Stud was long and lean, ♪ ♪ the color of the sun and his eyes were green.

♪ ♪ He had the nerve and he had the blood.

♪ ♪ There never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud.

♪ (banjo solo playing) (banjo solo continues playing) (bluegrass music continues) ♪ The Tennessee Stud was long and lean, ♪ ♪ the color of the sun and his eyes were green.

♪ ♪ He had the nerve and he had the blood.

♪ ♪ There never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud.

♪ ♪ Well stirrup to stirrup and side by side, ♪ ♪ we crossed the mountains and the valleys wide.

♪ ♪ We came to Big Muddy, then we forded the flood, ♪ ♪ on the Tennessee Mare and the Tennessee Stud.

♪ ♪ There's a pretty little baby on the cabin floor.

♪ ♪ A little horse colt playing 'round the door.

♪ ♪ I love that girl with the golden hair, ♪ ♪ and the Tennessee Stud loves the Tennessee Mare.

♪ ♪ The Tennessee Stud was long and lean, ♪ ♪ the color of the sun and his eyes were green.

♪ ♪ He had the nerve and he had the blood.

♪ ♪ There never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud.

♪ (audience cheering and applauding) (singer laughing) - Woo!

(audience applauding) Charlie Lewis!

(audience continues applauding) - You uh, You probably know by now that we are, The New Vinton County Frogwhompers, Marching, Singing, Strumming and Plucking Society.

(audience applauding) (man laughing) But not everybody is really that lucky, they don't know who we are.

They get confused.

I admit it's a long name.

But Frogwhompers is fairly simple.

- [Man] We want to be a big name.

- We'd like to clear it up right now, we have nothing to do with the toad suckers.

(audience laughing) We do not suck toads.

Toads aren't even really frogs I here.

And the toad sucking habit, comes from down in Southern North Carolina.

And those guys down there they suck toads.

We want frogs.

(man laughing) (audience applauding and hollering) - Just in case.

(audience continues applauding and shouting) Just in case you're not sure what a toad sucker is, we'd like to sing you this song about them, and it's called "Them Toad Suckers".

(bluegrass music begins) ♪ How about them toad suckers?

♪ ♪ Ain't they clods?

♪ ♪ Sittin' there suckin' them green toady frogs.

♪ ♪ Suckin' them hoppy toads, ♪ ♪ suckin' them plunkers.

♪ ♪ Suckin them leapy types, ♪ ♪ suckin' them chunkers.

♪ ♪ Look at them toad suckers.

♪ ♪ Ain't they snappy?

♪ ♪ Suckin' them bog-frogs sure makes 'em happy.

♪ ♪ Them hugger mugger toad suckers, ♪ ♪ way down south.

♪ ♪ Stickin' them sucky toads in they mouth!

♪ ♪ How to be a toad sucker?

♪ ♪ No way to duck it.

♪ ♪ Just find an old toad and you rare back and suck it!

♪ (audience applauding and cheering) (man laughing) (guitar medley playing) ♪ I told you that I loved you, ♪ ♪ And you said that is good.

♪ ♪ I called you my darling, ♪ ♪ I thought I always would.

♪ ♪ But now you've gone and left me.

♪ ♪ And I don't know where you're at.

♪ ♪ You done stomped on my heart, ♪ ♪ And you mashed that sucker flat.

♪ ♪ Well you done stomped on my heart.

♪ ♪ And you broke it all apart.

♪ ♪ Sweetheart you just sorta, ♪ ♪ mashed on my aorta.

♪ ♪ Well you started going out with guys, ♪ ♪ I felt us drift apart.

♪ ♪ And every step you took, ♪ ♪ Would stomp up on my heart.

♪ - Jimmy Prouty on the banjo!

(banjo strumming) (banjo strumming continues) (bluegrass music continues) ♪ Well you done stomped on my heart, ♪ ♪ And you broke it all apart.

♪ ♪ Sweetheart you just sorta, ♪ ♪ mashed on my aorta.

♪ ♪ Well you started going out with guys, ♪ ♪ I felt us drift apart.

♪ ♪ And every step you took, ♪ ♪ was a stomp upon my heart.

♪ ♪ I only hope that someday, ♪ ♪ You'll get them low down blues.

♪ ♪ And in some lonely honky tonk, ♪ ♪ You'll look down at your shoes.

♪ ♪ You'll think about that tender heart, ♪ ♪ you crushed beneath them soles, ♪ ♪ with your sod bustin' clodhoppers, ♪ ♪ You left my heart all full of holes.

♪ ♪ Well you dun stomped on my heart, ♪ ♪ And you broke it all apart.

♪ ♪ Sweetheart you just sorta, ♪ ♪ mashed on my aorta.

♪ ♪ Well you started going out with guys, ♪ ♪ I felt us drift apart, ♪ ♪ And every step you took, ♪ ♪ was a stomp upon my heart.

♪ (crowd cheering and hollering) - Goodness goobers, I've got all kinds of great stuff in my throat.

I'm going to have a take another drink of beer, and play the Hammer Dulcimer for a minute.

I'll be right with you.

- There is some conjecture about, why this next song has this particular title.

It's called "Devil's Dream".

He says it's because it's a devil to play, and someone told us the other day it sounded like hell, so may be that's the reason.

Devil's Dream.

(xylophone playing) (xylophone continues playing) (banjo strumming) (band continues playing) (audience clapping in sync) (music speeds up) (music speed increasing) (band continues playing) (audience applauding and cheering) (banjo plucking) - Thank you!

(man laughing) - Woo!

Here's the train song for you, one called Midnight Flyer.

(audience applauding) (music begins playing) ♪ Oooooo, Midnight Flyer.

♪ ♪ Engineer won't you let your whistle moan?

♪ ♪ Oooooo, Midnight Flyer, ♪ ♪ I paid my dues and I feel like travelin' on.

♪ ♪ A runaway team of horses ain't enough to make me stay.

♪ ♪ So throw your rope on another man, ♪ ♪ and pull him down your way.

♪ ♪ Make him into someone who can take the place of me.

♪ ♪ Make him every kind of fool you wanted me to be.

♪ ♪ Oooooo, Midnight Flyer.

♪ ♪ Engineer won't you let your whistle moan?

♪ ♪ Ooooooo, Midnight Flyer.

♪ ♪ I paid my dues and I feel like trav'lin' on.

♪ ♪ Maybe I'll go to Santa Fe, ♪ ♪ maybe San Antone, ♪ ♪ Any town is where I'm bound, ♪ ♪ any way to get me gone.

♪ ♪ Don't think about me, ♪ ♪ never let me cross your mind.

♪ ♪ 'Cept when you hear that lonesome, ♪ ♪ midnight whistle whine.

♪ ♪ Ooooooo, Midnight Flyer.

♪ ♪ Engineer won't you let that whistle moan?

♪ ♪ Oooooooo, Midnight Flyer.

♪ ♪ I paid my dues and I feel like trav'lin' on.

♪ (banjo solo playing) (banjo solo continues playing) ♪ Ooooooo, Midnight Flyer.

♪ ♪ Engineer won't you let your whistle moan?

♪ ♪ Oooooooo, Midnight Flyer.

♪ ♪ I paid my dues and I feel like trav'lin' on.

♪ ♪ I paid my dues and I feel like trav'lin' oooooon.

♪ (audience applauding and cheering) (man laughing) (indistinct chatter) (acoustic guitar strumming) ♪ High on a mountain, ♪ ♪ what did I see.

♪ ♪ Bear tracks bear tracks looking back at me.

♪ ♪ Well you better get your rifle before it's too late.

♪ ♪ Cause the bear's got a little pig, ♪ ♪ and he's headed for the gate.

♪ ♪ And he's big around the middle, ♪ ♪ and he's broad across the rump.

♪ ♪ Running ninety miles an hour, ♪ ♪ taking thirty feet a jump.

♪ ♪ Ain't never been caught, ♪ ♪ he ain't never been treed, ♪ ♪ and some folks say he looks a lot like me.

♪ ♪ Saved up my money and bought me some bees, ♪ ♪ And I started making honey way up in the trees.

♪ ♪ I cut down the trees but the honey's all gone.

♪ ♪ Old Slew Foot has done made himself at home.

♪ ♪ And he's big around the middle, ♪ ♪ and broad across the rump.

♪ ♪ Running ninety miles an hour, ♪ ♪ taking thirty feet a jump.

♪ ♪ He ain't never been caught, ♪ ♪ he ain't never been treed.

♪ ♪ And some folks say he looks a lot like me.

♪ (banjo solo playing) (banjo solo continues) ♪ And he's big around the middle, ♪ ♪ and broad across the rump.

♪ ♪ Running ninety miles an hour, ♪ ♪ taking thirty feet a jump.

♪ ♪ He ain't never been caught, ♪ ♪ he ain't never been treed.

♪ ♪ And some folks say he looks a lot like me.

♪ ♪ Well winter's coming on and it's forty below.

♪ ♪ And the river's froze over, ♪ ♪ so where can he go.

♪ ♪ I'll chase him up the gully, ♪ ♪ and I'll put him in the well.

♪ ♪ And I'll shoot him in the bottom, ♪ ♪ just to hear him yell.

♪ ♪ And he's big around the middle, ♪ ♪ And he's broad across the rump.

♪ ♪ Running ninety miles an hour, ♪ ♪ Taking thirty feet a jump.

♪ ♪ He ain't never been caught, ♪ ♪ he ain't never been treed.

♪ ♪ And some folks say he looks a lot like me.

♪ (audience clapping in sync) (audience clapping and cheering) - Woo!

(banjo plucking) (audience whistling and cheering) (man laughing) Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Here's a song about Jesse James.

(bluegrass music begins) ♪ Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man.

♪ ♪ He robbed the Glendale train, ♪ ♪ Well now he tooketh from the rich.

♪ ♪ Just to giveth to the poor.

♪ ♪ With a hand and a heart and a brain.

♪ ♪ Well now poor Jesse had a wife, ♪ ♪ and mourn for his life.

♪ ♪ And three little children that were brave.

♪ ♪ Well that dirty little coward, ♪ ♪ that shot Mr. Howard, ♪ ♪ and laid poor Jesse in his grave.

♪ ♪ He was with his brother Frank, ♪ ♪ And they robbed the Glendale bank.

♪ ♪ And they dragged all that money from the town.

♪ ♪ And right there that very same way, ♪ ♪ Well they had them a little (indistinct).

♪ ♪ They shot Captain Cheese to the ground.

♪ ♪ Well poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life, ♪ ♪ And three little children, ♪ ♪ they were brave.

♪ ♪ Well that dirty little coward, ♪ ♪ that shot Mr. Howard, ♪ ♪ Had laid poor Jesse in his grave.

♪ (banjo solo playing) (bluegrass music continues playing) (bluegrass music continues playing) ♪ Well now poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life, ♪ ♪ And three little children, ♪ ♪ They were brave.

♪ ♪ Well that dirty little coward, ♪ ♪ that shot Mr. Howard, ♪ ♪ had laid poor Jesse in his grave.

♪ (crowd cheering and applauding) - Thank you very much!

(crowd cheering) (crowd clapping in sync) (folk music continues) ♪ Well now you bile them Cabbage down, ♪ ♪ and turn them hoecakes round.

♪ ♪ The only song that I ever did sing, ♪ ♪ Is bile them cabbage down.

♪ ♪ I took my gal to the blacksmith shop, ♪ ♪ to have a mouth made small.

♪ ♪ She turned around a couple of times, ♪ ♪ and swallowed the shop and all.

♪ ♪ Well now you bile them Cabbage down boy, ♪ ♪ and turn them hoecakes round.

♪ ♪ The only song that I ever did sing, ♪ ♪ Is bile them cabbage down.

♪ ♪ I met a possum in the road, ♪ ♪ blind as he could be.

♪ ♪ He jumped the fence and he whipped my dog, ♪ ♪ and whistled up at me.

♪ ♪ Well now you bile them Cabbage down boy, ♪ ♪ and turn them hoecakes round.

♪ ♪ The only song that I ever did sing, ♪ ♪ is bile them cabbage down.

♪ - Get it Charlie!

(banjo solo playing) (bluegrass music continues) ♪ Well now you bile them Cabbage down boy, ♪ ♪ and turn them hoecakes round.

♪ ♪ The only song that I ever did sing, ♪ ♪ is bile them cabbage down.

♪ ♪ Bile them cabbage down boy, ♪ ♪ and turn them hoecakes round.

♪ ♪ The only song that I ever did sing, ♪ ♪ is bile them cabbage down.

♪ (violin solo playing) (violin solo continues playing) (audience clapping in sync) (crowd cheering) (violin solo continues playing) (bluegrass music continues) (bluegrass music continues) (bluegrass music continues) (bluegrass music continues) (bluegrass music continues) ♪ Well now you bile them cabbage down boy, ♪ ♪ and turn them hoecakes round.

♪ ♪ The only song that I ever did sing, ♪ ♪ is bile them cabbage down.

♪ ♪ Well bile them cabbage down boy, ♪ ♪ And turn them hoecakes round.

♪ ♪ The only song that I ever did sing, ♪ ♪ Is bile them cabbage down.

♪ - Thank you very much everybody!

(audience applauding and cheering) (audience clapping in sync) (bluegrass music playing) ♪ Well bile them cabbage down boy, ♪ ♪ and turn them hoecakes round.

♪ ♪ The only song that I ever did sing, ♪ ♪ is bile them cabbage down.

♪ ♪ Well bile them cabbage down boy, ♪ ♪ and turn them hoecakes round.

♪ ♪ The only song that I ever did sing, ♪ ♪ is bile them cabbage down.

♪ (violin solo playing) (audience cheering) (violin solo playing) (audience continues cheering) (bluegrass music continues) (audience clapping in sync) (bluegrass music continues) (bluegrass music continues) (bluegrass music continues) - Get it now!

(bluegrass music continues) ♪ Well now you bile them Cabbage down boy, ♪ ♪ and turn them hoecakes round.

♪ ♪ The only song that I ever did sing, ♪ ♪ is bile them cabbage down.

♪ ♪ Well now you bile them Cabbage down boy, ♪ ♪ and turn them hoecakes round.

♪ ♪ The only song that I ever did sing, ♪ ♪ is bile them cabbage down.

♪ (crowd cheering) - Thank you!