Moonshine & Fiddle Strings — An Appalachian Bluegrass Anthem

Up past Miller’s Ridge where the road turns red, there’s a barn folks talk about after bed. Every harvest moon, when the lanterns shine, old Wade Mercer brings his fiddle and a jar of moonshine. He sets that jar by the pinewood wall, tunes two strings, and the whole room calls: “Wade, play the one that makes the floorboards ring!” He grins, lifts the bow, and lets that fiddle sing.