Details of
Old Crow
by Marty Falle


Lyrics Writer: Marty Falle, Jonathan Holmberg
Music Writer: Marty Falle, Jonathan Holmberg

Publisher: Appalachia Rust Records
Licensing: ASCAP


Lyrics

Old Crow — 2:47

ISRC: TCAJZ2515697 • Lyrics & Music: Marty Falle, Jonathan Holmberg

A Bluegrass gallop for Bourbon County’s racing soul.

Players:
Marty Falle (Lead Vocals, Guitar)
Kim Parent (Background Vocals)
Jonathan Yudkin (Producer, Fiddle, Mandolin)
Carl Miner (Guitar)
Michael Bub (Acoustic Bass)
Josh Matheny (Dobro)
Matt Menefee (Banjo)
Jim Hoke (Harmonica)

"Old Crow" (Words and Music by Marty Falle and Jonathan Holmberg) (2:47) ISRC Code TCAJZ2515697

 (Verse 1)
Born in the hills where the bourbon flows. Old Crow was a colt with a fire that glows                            
From the start, he was different, a sight to see. With legs like lightning, and a heart so free
Out of Bourbon County, his name would rise. With mud on his flank and hunger in his eyes

(Verse 2)
In 1881, they said he’d never win A dark horse born from humble kin                                  
But when the gates flew open, the crowd did roar. Old Crow was on his way, a legend at the core
He ran like a deer on the run, so fast. With a jockey who held on with each pounding blast

(Chorus)
Old Crow, goin’ like greased lightning. Outrun the wind his heart’s igniting
With every stride, he’d fly like a dream. A Thunder in his gallop like we’d never seen

(Bridge)
Like a bull on a straightaway, he’d surge ahead. Midnight Star couldn’t match the lead he’d spread
His spirit unbroken, his soul set free. And when that final bell rang, he claimed victory

(Verse 3)
From the Derby to the Preakness, flyin’ like a rabbit. Every race he entered, winning was a habit        
Crow ran clean — no luck, just magic. Track after track, he’d outrun the racket
Not just a racer, he was calm and wise. Born and bred in the Bluegrass with his head held high

(Chorus)
Old Crow, goin’ like greased lightning. Outrun the wind his heart’s igniting or so exciting
With every stride, he’d fly like a dream. A Thunder in his gallop like we’d never seen
So here’s to Old Crow, Kentucky’s pride. With the wind in his mane and the world by his side
His legacy’s still runnin', stars at his feet. Old Crow, his spirit runs endlessly