I'm dying mother

Alright, here are the actual lyrics for the version that he's playing here On one summer eve as the sun was setting The wind blew soft and cold A young man laid On a bed of fever and Tears stood in his eyes I’m dying, mother, I’m surely dying And hell is my awful doom Take my hand and Press it tight for my heart is sad with gloom One morning fell as I left the meeting The spirit bid me pray Not tonight but Next week only I must go and dance in the gate I’m dying, mother, I’m surely dying And hell is my awful doom Take my hand and Press it tight for my heart is sad with gloom After this I’ll get converted And be a Christian bride But alas too late I have seen the folly of saying not tonight I’m dying, mother, I’m surely dying And hell is my awful doom Take my hand and Press it tight for my heart is sad with gloom

this is one of those things you never search for, but it finds you when you need it

Bluegrass melodies: 🤩🥰🧚🏻🌈 Bluegrass lyrics: 💀🩸⛓️ 😭

The miracle here is that the banjo stayed in tune while playing it outside in the snow like that...

I discovered this song through another banjo player on YouTube. I was a smoker for a while and when I was sure I would stop breathing, I remember hearing this song over and over in my head.

my depressed ass seing the title: interesting

I love the singing, it reminds me of old dudes like Ewan MacColl and Woody Guthrie. We need more of this in music today: trying to sound human and like yourself, not trying to sound "perfect".

This is one of those songs you'll hear in an old movie when a character is about to die but remembers their parents before doing so.

for anyone wondering, here are the lyrics :) On one summer eve as the sun was setting The wind blew soft and cold A young man laid On a bed of fever and Tears stood in his eyes I’m dying, mother, I’m surely dying And hell is my awful doom Take my hand and Press it tight for my heart is sad with gloom The other night as I left the meeting The spirit it bid me pray Said not tonight but Next week only I must go and dance with the gay After this I’ll get converted And be a Christian bride But alas too late I have seen the folly of saying not tonight I’m dying, mother, I’m surely dying And hell is my awful doom Take my hand and Press it tight for my heart is sad with gloom After this I’ll get converted And be a Christian bride But alas too late I have seen the folly of saying not tonight Mother dear go and tell my comrades Not to do as I have done When the spirit calls you Do not reject him and put him off in time I’m dying, mother, I’m surely dying And hell is my awful doom Take my hand and Press it tight for my heart is sad with gloom I’m dying, mother, I’m surely dying And hell is my awful doom Take my hand and Press it tight for my heart is sad with gloom

Perfectly emulating that old time sound… great work!

I have no clue why a good percentage of the comments are just talking about the brand of banjo, but this is good as hell man. Get yourself a little band if you can, we need decent folk music again.

You truely are so underappreciated for how good you are. I'm happy I found your channel. 🤘

If this was red dead redemption 2 you would’ve been mauled by a mountain lion

I can just feel youtube reccomending this to me 7 years later

Love it when Youtube presents me another gem. Great job, I'll be happy to see what you play next. :3

This just popped up in my recommend And now I'm sitting here listening to it Calm, simple, and relaxing A break from the loud and intense things in our lives Lovely

Me when I have the slightest cold and call my mother.

This guy needs a Spotify.

this goes hard

Something morbidly ironic about banjos and sad tunes. But it works quite well, very nice.