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Verse 1 (8 lines) There’s a whistle down the hollow at the break of day, Calling every ramblin’ soul to come its way. Banjo’s on my shoulder and I’m ready to run, Chasing that echo through the morning sun. Mist on the pines where the creek winds low, Fiddle starts a-singin’ with a bright hill glow. Step on the trail, hear the world ring true— Every old song leads me back to you. Chorus Whistle down the hollow, carry me home, Through the ridge-line shadows where the wild winds roam. If the road gets rough, let the mandolin guide— I’ll follow that holler with a long, sure stride. Verse 2 (8 lines) Boots hit the dirt with a quick-step beat, Bass walkin’ steady like a heart’s repeat. Sun climbs high on a golden thread, Lighting up the stories that the elders said. Fox in the brambles, deer on the hill, Life in the mountains never stands still. Take what you can from the day that’s new— And sing one more tune that was meant for you. Bridge If the night falls fast and you lose your way, The hollow’s whistle knows the path you should take. Final Chorus Whistle down the hollow, carry me home, Through the ridge-line shadows where the wild winds roam. If the road gets rough, let the mandolin guide— I’ll follow that holler with a long, sure stride.
