DAD'S BACKSTEP (from Clinch Mt. Backstep, Carter Stanley Fort Knox Music, Inc./Trio Music Co, Inc. Used by permission. (lyrics © April Hobart)

Old trombone hanging by the door
He'd blow but once a day
To call us in to dinner and then
We'd end our childish play

He'd go on down to the guitar town
Making that walnut ring
A galloping rhythm that rattled down
With a soulful song to sing

He made himself a fiddling man
Up early in the morning
Standing on Bill Monroe's front porch
Like Penn that bow adorning

Sitting in a little red rocking chair
Daylight fading away
Then he picked up that mandolin
And he began to play