I sat in on a jam at the Colorado Midwinter Bluegrass Festival last February, and there was a grizzled, skinny elderly gentleman in a Wyoming Cowboys baseball cap playing a pretty hot fiddle. Someone asked him if he knew a certain song, and he replied "I'm not sure how it goes, but I know how it went." That cracked everybody up, and the phrase stuck with me. Anyhow, I turned it into a song dedicated to all the old timers who blazed the old bluegrass trail, and I hope y'all like it.
How It Went