Story Behind The Song

I was holed up in a cabin in the Arizona mountains with just my guitar, my abilities and my faith with a singular mission: write some music From the Depths of My Life. This song popped out.

Song Description

A celebration of the breaking down of barriers and the coming together of cultures, overcoming all differences through a shared love of music and a willingness to jam out together

Lyrics

As the moon and the sun
come together as one
and the anger drains from the sky
There's a group down the way
gettin' ready to play and-a
I'm-a gonn-a tell-a you why
It's the big holiday of the new century, time for some razz-a-ma-tazz
It's a come on down to the sermon mound for some
real-fine country jazz

There'll be fiddles and some saxophones, flutes from Argentina
A bodhran man from Ireland, his gal on concertina
A fella on the sitar who hails from Katmandu
Some cats from way down under
are gonna be there, too
And I can't wait to hear them play
a dozen digeridoos

When you hear what is said,
gonna blow-out your head
gonna make your motor go wild
No place you can hide,
just come outside,
every man, every woman and child
It's-a for everyone,
it's-a big ball of fun,
more good than anyone has
It's a come on down
to the sermon mound for some
real-fine country jazz

It'll be a big party and everybody will be there
A picnic for the simple folk and for some a gala affair
You can wear your very finest, but no one really cares
'Cause it ain't about what you
got to flaunt or what anybody has
It's a come on
down to the sermon mound for some real-fine country jazz

Chicken fries, Danish pies, African ice cream
Couscous, hummos, baba ganoush, Chinese lima beans
Swedish meatballs, Spanish omelettes like you've never seen
You'll think you died, went to heaven, or woke up in a dream

There'll be fiddles
and some saxophones,
flutes from Argentina
A bodhran man from Ireland,
his gal on concertina
A fella on the bagpipes
who's Scottish through and through
Those cats from way down under, they're gonna be there, too
And I can't wait to hear them play
a dozen didgeridoos

As the moon and the sun
come together as one
and the anger drains from the sky
There's a group down the way
gettin' ready to play and-a
I'm-a gonn-a tell-a you why

It's the big holiday of the new century, time for some razz-a-ma-tazz
It's a come on down
to the sermon mound for some
real-fine country jazz
It's a come on down
everyone in town for some
real-fine country jazz
Country Jazz!