James King Band at CEC (Truro, NS). Kevin Prater was sick for this show, so Chris Davis from Larry Cordle and Lonesome Standard Time was filling in on mandolin.
He's got a great sound. I miss the old days when bluegrass was all about heart and less about flashy playing. I could listen to him all day, great job on this song.
Ten years ago, on a cold dark night There was someone killed 'neath the town hall light There were few at the scene, but they all agreed The slayer who ran looked a lot like me The judge said, "Son, what is your alibi? If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die" I spoke not a word, though it meant my life For I had been in the arms of my best friend's wife She walks these hills in a long black veil She visits my grave when the night winds wail Nobody knows, nobody sees Nobody knows but me The scaffold stood high, eternity neared She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear But sometimes at night when the cold winds moan In a long black veil, she cries on my bones She walks these hills in a long black veil She visits my grave when the night winds wail Nobody knows, nobody sees Nobody knows but me Nobody knows but me
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I like James King, and his band.
Saw James king's band in Wichita ks does the best I've heard on Long Black Vail
Wow! What a gifted artist! This is one of my very favorite songs....and I love the way these guys do it! Thanks for the post!!!
He's got a great sound. I miss the old days when bluegrass was all about heart and less about flashy playing. I could listen to him all day, great job on this song.
Enjoyed watch James King in Owensboro, KY at the International Bluegrass Museum last night. What a great show they put on.
that is is sound
Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
There was someone killed 'neath the town hall light
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed
The slayer who ran looked a lot like me
The judge said, "Son, what is your alibi?
If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die"
I spoke not a word, though it meant my life
For I had been in the arms of my best friend's wife
She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me
The scaffold stood high, eternity neared
She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear
But sometimes at night when the cold winds moan
In a long black veil, she cries on my bones
She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me
Nobody knows but me