Yonder Mountain String Band - Holding Lyrics

(We would like to do one more song for you, folks)

(Now remember y'all
For those of you folks are gonna be here for two days
All you got to rely on each other and you treat as each other
And the great people here that plan the Blue Grass
So we hope you really do have a goodnight and
If you're cold and someone's got a ton of blankets
Let's give him a blanket
If you're sockless, give him some socks
And if you're holding, don't hold out)

Now you asked was I holding
I said no I'm not holding
I thought you was holding, it's true
But here you're not holding
And here I'm not holding
My dear, what on Earth will we do

Now I know when you're holding
There's no need me holding
And you know the same about me
And if you run out
Before you run out
You can always get some from me

(David Johnson now)

Well if you're not holding
And if I'm not holding
We can go find some other head
Find out if they're holding
Get down and start rolling
And smoke what they're holding instead

(Thanks folks
Have a good evening, be good with each other
We'll see you tomorrow at noon
Thanks everybody
Thanks for making this thing work
We love you guys
I'll see you tomorrow)

(Folks, we wear the black today for Johnny Cash)

(Thanks for everything, fella)

Yeah, love is a burnin' thing
And it leaves a fiery ring
I was captured by pure desire
I fell into that burnin' ring of fire

I fell into a burnin' ring of fire
I went down, down, down
And the flames they lift higher
And it burns, burns, burns
That ring of fire, that ring of fire

Love is a burnin' thing
And it leaves a fiery ring
I was captured by pure desire
I fell into that burnin' ring of fire

I fell into the burnin' ring of fire
I went down, down, down
And the flames they lift higher
And it burns, burns, burns
That ring of fire, that ring of fire

(Sing it with us, why don't you)

I fell into the burnin' ring of fire
I went down, down, down
And the flames they lift higher
It burns, burns, burns
That ring of fire, that ring of fire, yeah
That ring of fire
That ring of fire

Come and knock on our door
We've been waiting for you
Where the kisses are hers and hers and his
Three's company, too

(Thanks, John
Go, go to Mr. Furley now)