1. |
Big Sky Sun Goes Down
04:03
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BIG SKY SUN GOES DOWN -CARY MORIN (BMI)
YOU CAN HEAR THE ARID SILENCE
AS THE PALETTE SIGNALS THE CALM
NOTHING CAN STOP THE COLD APPROACH
OF THE EVENING COMING ON
DOWN DEEP IN THE DISTANCE LINGERS
A FIGURE OLD AS THE STONES
BENEATH US IS A SONG TO ME
THIS LAND IS TALKING TO ME
I CANNOT FALTER NOW
(INSTRUMENTAL)
SOUNDS BECOME FAMILIAR
YET THEY FADE FROM MEMORY
NOTHING IS ORDINARY
WHEN THE BIG SKY SUN GOES DOWN
WHEN THE SPECTRUM OF THE LIGHT
OF A SKYLINE AND A DISTANT MEMORY
BENEATH US IS A SONG TO ME
THIS LAND IS TALKING TO ME
I CANNOT FALTER NOW
(INSTRUMENTAL)
UP ON THE MISSOURI
SQUARE BUTTE INSPIRES ME
MY HOME AND THE HIGHER POWER
IN MY MINDS EYE I CAN SEE
LIKE A PRAYER FROM THE SUNDANCE
THIS DAY WILL LAST FOREVER
BENEATH US IS A SONG TO ME
THIS LAND IS TALKING TO ME
I CANNOT FALTER NOW
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2. |
Waiting And Mad
07:28
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WAITING AND MAD -CARY MORIN (BMI)
COLD WIND ON A DEER TRAIL
SINGIN A SONG IN MY TIRED HEAD
ALONE AGAIN IN THE DYING LIGHT
THEY SAY THE END IS JUST THE BEGINNING
THE SOUND OF THE HORSES COLLIDE
WITH THE RIVER VALLEY BELOW
TELLIN THE STORY OF MY LIFE
AS IT EBBS AND IT FLOWS
I’VE SLEPT FOURTEEN TIMES
I WON’T REVEAL MYSELF IF I CAN
IF I’D BEEN SEEN I’D KNOW IT’D BE BAD
SIDE STEPPING WHEN I CAN
I CAN’T EXPLAIN IT AWAY
OR FAIL THE CAUTION
MY ARRIVAL NOT WITHSTANDING I KNOW
THAT SHE’S WAITING AND MAD
(INSTRUMENTAL)
I’VE ALWAYS KNOWN
SHE’S A SIGHT FOR TIRED EYES
I’VE ALWAYS KNOWN
SHE’S GOT A LOT ON HER MIND
SHE’S A PICTURE OF BEAUTY
AND SOMEBODY STILL GOTTA KEEP ME IN LINE
WE’LL MAKE IT WORK OUT, STAY TOGETHER
KEEP ON MOVING BECAUSE
SHE’S WAITING AND MAD
HIGH UP ON A RIDGE
I’M LOOKING OUT TO THE VAST SIGHT I SEE
MY ATTENTION IS EVERYTHING
NO MEMORY CAN TAKE OVER
SO WHY AM I QUESTIONING MY INTENTIONS
WHEN THE WORK IS DONE
I GOT ALL I NEED
ALL I NEED IS WAITING AND MAD
SAVE ME FROM MY SELF
WHEN MY MIND AND TIME SURROUND ME
I TRY TO THINK OF EVERYBODY ELSE
AND MY THOUGHTS DRIFT UP TOWARDS THE SUN
THERE’S AN OLD MAN BACK HOME WITH NOBODY
BUT EVERYBODY I KNOW WILL WATCH OVER HIM
WHEN I LOOK INTO HIS EYES, I SEE NO SADNESS
NO REGRET FOR THE THINGS HE COULD HAVE HAD
MAKE ME SHADOW FOR THE PEOPLE IN NEED
TAKE AWAY THE SORROW
FOR THOSE WHO NEED SOMEONE TO LEAD
IF I SHOULD FALL INTO THE DARKNESS
LEAD ME ON LIFT ME UP
UNTIL I CAN BREAK THE BAD
EVERYTHING GONNA BE ALRIGHT
I KNOW I GOT WHAT I NEED
AND ALL I NEED
IS WAITING AND MAD
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3. |
Waiting For A Chinook
04:11
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WAITING FOR A CHINOOK -CARY MORIN (BMI)
THE STRANGER IN JUDITH BASIN
JUST A BOY WITH ENDLESS DREAMS
THE CATTLE’S EYES ARE UPON HIM
AS HE SINGS THEM OFF TO SLEEP
IT’S THE CONSTANT OBSERVATION
OF THE SKY AND WHAT IT TOOK
THE WRECKAGE AND DESOLATION
WAITING FOR A CHINOOK
FAR BEYOND DARK NIGHTS AND THE SUN
THE COLOR DRAINS FROM HIS VIEW
WITH A SADDLE FOR A PILLOW
HE READS BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON
IT’S THE CONSTANT OBSERVATION
OF THE SKY AND WHAT IT TOOK
THE WRECKAGE AND DESOLATION
WAITING FOR A CHINOOK
TRUE EYES WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER
THE SHAPE OF THE DISTANT PAST
THE LIES AND THE TRUTH AND FORGIVENESS MEANDER
IN THE OPEN HAND IN HAND
IT’S THE CONSTANT OBSERVATION
OF THE SKY AND WHAT IT TOOK
THE WRECKAGE AND DESOLATION
WAITING FOR A CHINOOK
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4. |
Old Timers Poem
07:03
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OLD TIMER’S POEM -LYRICS BY CHARLES M. RUSSEL / MUSIC BY CARY MORIN (BMI)
HERE’S TO ALL OLD TIMERS, BOB
THEY WEREN’T ALL SQUARE IT’S TRUE
SOME CASHED IN WITH THERE BOOTS ON
GOOD OLD FRIENDS I KNEW
HERE’S TO THE FIRST ONES HERE, BOB
MEN WHO BROKE THE TRAIL
FOR THE TENDERFOOT AND BOOSTER
WHO CAME TO THE COUNTRY BY RAIL
HERE’S TO MAN WITH THE GOLD PAN
WHOSE HEART WASN’T HARD TO FIND
IT WAS AS BIG AS THE COUNTRY HE LIVED IN
AND GOOD AS THE METAL HE MINED
HERE’S TO THE RUSTLER THAT PACKED A NOTCHED GUN
AND DIDN’T CALL KILLINS A SIN
IF YOU’D COUNT THE COWS AND CALVES IN HIS HEARD
YOU’D SWEAR ALL HIS BULLS HAD TWINS
HERE’S TO THE SINNER WITH A JERK LINE
WHO COULD MAKE A BLACK SNAKE TALK
AND COULD STRING HIS TEAM UP A MOUNTAIN ROAD
THAT WOULD BOTHER A HUMAN TO WALK
HERE’S TO THE CROOKED GAMBLER
WHO DELT FROM A BOX THAT WAS BRACE
WOULD PULL FROM THE BOTTOM IN STUD HOSS
AN’ DOUBLE CROSS FRIENDS IN A RACE
HERE’S TO THE DRIVER THAT SAT ON THE COACH
WITH SIX REINS AND SILK IN HIS GRIP
WHO’D BET HE COULD THROW ALL THE RIBBONS AWAY
AN’ HEARD HIS BRONK TEAM WITH HIS WHIP
HERE’S TO THE HOLDUP AN’ HOSS THIEF
THAT LOVED STAGE ROADS AN’ HOSSES TOO WELL
WHO ASKED THE STRANGERS TO HURRY
OR HE’D BE LATE TO BREAKFAST IN HELL
HERE’S TO THE WHAKER THAT SWUNG A LONG LASH
AN’ HIS BULLS BAWLED WITH FEAR WHEN HE SPOKE
HE’D SWEAR ON A HILL HE WOULDN’T DROP TRAIL
IF EVERY BULL STARVED IN THE YOKE
SO HERE’S TO MY OLD TIME FRIENDS, BOB
I DRINK TO THEM ONE AND ALL
I’VE KNOWN THE ROUGHEST OF THEM, BOB
BUT NONE THAT I KNEW WERE SMALL
HERE’S TO HELL WITH THE BOOSTER
THE LAND IS NO LONGER FREE
THE WORST OLD TIMER I EVER KNEW
LOOKS DAM GOOD TO ME
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5. |
Good Medicine
04:05
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GOOD MEDICINE -CARY MORIN (BMI)
IM SORRY MY OLD FRIEND
TOO MUCH TIME HAS PASSED
BEFORE I RETURN
YOUR LAST GREETING TO ME
WITH NO ONE TO SAY THERE IS A RIGHT WAY AND A WRONG
WE ARE FREE TO DREAM MAGIC UP ALL ON OUR OWN
CONSIDER YOURSELF INVITED TO HAVE A LOOK AND SING ALONG
SIT ON DOWN, HEAR THIS NOW
THIS OLD NIGHT HERDER’S SONG
THIS OLD NIGHT HERDER’S SONG
NOW WOULDN’T IT BE GRAND
LIKE OUR BROTHERS
WHO WERE OF THIS LAND
IF WE COULD RIDE ALONE AGAIN
ON THE OLD MONTANA LAND
FOLKS THESE DAYS
CAN’T UNDERSTAND
GOOD MEDICINE
AND THE COLORS OF THE MOUNTAINS AND THE SKY
THERE’S INNOCENT ALLIES LOOKING DOWN FROM UP ABOVE
SQUARE BUTTE IN THE DISTANCE
TELLING TALES OF BYGONE DAYS
AND THAT’S ENOUGH TO STIR THE MEMORIES
AND BRUSH UP ON OUR HISTORY
OF MY OWN DAYS ON THE BANKS OF THE MISSOURI
WHERE I LEARNED TO TIE A KNOT AND SING A SONG
(INSTRUMENTAL)
I SUPPOSE I LEARNED TO TALK WITH MY HANDS
AND SEE THE SOUNDS BEFORE SOME AND
OPEN UP THE DOORS TO LET THIS OLD HOUSE BREATH
I BELIEVE THERE IS NOTHING FINER
THAN WHAT WAS HERE LONG BEFORE
YOU AND ME AND EVERYBODY
PLEASE REMEMBER THE PIPE IS ALWAYS LIT
THE ROBE IS SPREAD WITH AN OPEN LODGE DOOR
THE BEST FROM ME AND MINE TO YOU AND YOURS
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6. |
Killing The Blues
05:10
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KILLIN THE BLUES – Rowland Salley
LEAVES WERE FALLING
JUST LIKE EMBERS
IN COLORS RED AND GOLD THEY SET US ON FIRE
BURNING JUST LIKE A MOONNBEAM
IN OUR EYES
SOMEBODY SAID THEY SAW ME
SWINGING THE WORLD BY THE TAIL
BOUNCING OVER A WHITE CLOUD
KILLING THE BLUES
I AM GUILTY OF SOMETHING
I HOPE YOU NEVER DO BECAUSE THERE IS NOTHING
SADDER THAN LOSING YOURSELF IN LOVE
SOMEBODY SAID THEY SAW ME
SWINGING THE WORLD BY THE TAIL
BOUNCING OVER A WHITE CLOUD
KILLING THE BLUES
NOW, YOU ASK ME
JUST TO LEAVE YOU
TO GO OUT ON MY OWN AND GET WHAT I NEED TO
YOU WANT ME TO FIND WHAT I'VE ALREADY HAD
SOMEBODY SAID THEY SAW ME
SWINGING THE WORLD BY THE TAIL
BOUNCING OVER A WHITE CLOUD
KILLING THE BLUES
SOMEBODY SAID THEY SAW ME
SWINGING THE WORLD BY THE TAIL
BOUNCING OVER A WHITE CLOUD
KILLING THE BLUES
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7. |
Indian Hunters Return
05:02
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INDIAN HUNTERS RETURN -CARY MORIN / ELIAS NYE (BMI)
THE SKY IS RED
AND THE GROUND IS WHITE
WELCOME US HOME
FROM A LONG COLD RIDE
THE DAYS ARE SHORT
SNOW STAYS ON THE GROUND
WITH GRATITUDE I HEAR THE SOUNDS
THREE SLEEPS AGO I HEARD A PRAYER
HE’LL NEVER SEE HIS HOME AGAIN
HE SANG HIS SONG
SANG IT STANDING TALL
HE WENT ON TO THE OTHER SIDE
(INSTRUMENTAL)
MY FATHERS HEARTBEAT OF THE LAND
CHILDREN RUN
THROUGH THE WANING LIGHT
I’M HOME AND HE WATCHED OVER ME
HE HELPED ME TO MAKE IT RIGHT
WE SAW A MAN ON A HILLTOP ALL ALONE
FAR AWAY
WE COULD HEAR HIS SONG
I COULD TELL HE LOST HIS ONLY SON
HE’LL STAY THERE TO THE BITTER END
(INSTRUMENTAL)
I GOTTA KEEP GOING
TILL THE RIDE IS DONE
CAUSE WE’VE GOT ELK FOR EVERYONE
I WANT NO TROUBLE ON MY WAY HOME
ONE MORE DAY
IN THE GRAY AND COLD
MY FATHERS HEARTBEAT OF THE LAND
CHILDREN RUN
THROUGH THE WANING LIGHT
I’M HOME AND HE WATCHED OVER ME
HE HELPED ME TO MAKE IT RIGHT
(INSTRUMENTAL)
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8. |
Whiskey Before Breakfast
02:43
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Instrumental
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BIG NOSE GEORGE’S OUTLAW BLUES -Cary Morin (BMI)
BIG NOSE GEORGE’S OUTLAW BLUES
CHARLIE PAINTS THE HOLDUP ON THE DEADWOOD ROAD
(WALK A MILE IN THOSE BIG NOSE SHOES)
CHARLIE PAINTED GEORGE ON THE DEADWOOD ROAD
(LAST STAGE COACH HE’D EVER ABUSE)
HOLD EM UP HIGH ON THE DEADWOOD ROAD
BIG NOSE GEORGE’S OUTLAW BLUES
GEORGE HE REALLY SUCKS THE AIR OUT OF THE ROOM
(CHARLIE PAINTS THE HOLD UP ON THE DEADWOOD ROAD)
THE TREES ARE MAKING AIR
BUT THEY CAN’T KEEP UP WITH GEORGE
(CHARLIE PAINTED GEORGE ON THE DEADWOOD ROAD)
THAT LITTLE MASK DID GEORGE NO USE
(HOLD EM UP HIGH ON THE DEADWOOD ROAD)
BIG NOSE GEORGE’S OUTLAW BLUES
(INSTRUMENTAL)
BIG NOSE GEORGE’S OUTLAW BLUES
BIG NOSE GEORGE’S OUTLAW BLUES
THAT LITTLE MASK DID GEORGE NO USE
HE STOOD OUT LIKE THE SQUIRREL AND MOOSE
BAD OUTLAW BUT REMAINED ON THE LOOSE
BIG NOSE GEORGE’S OUTLAW BLUES
(INSTRUMENTAL)
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10. |
Fire Boat
06:30
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FIRE BOAT -CARY MORIN (BMI)
RIDERS UP ON HIGH
RIDE IN A QUIET LINE
THEY SEE THE DISTANT MOVEMENT
SMOKEY DUST RISE
WITH A GLANCE NOBODY SPEAKS
BUT USE THE SILENT HANDS
CAREFULLY AS THE SUN RISES
ON FAMILIAR LAND
WITH THE GIFT OF HORSES AND
FUNNY CLOTHES FOR EVERYONE
EVERYONE
THESE DAYS I’M EATING WHITE CLAY
WITH THE EARTH AND SKY
TOUCHING MY FACE
NOBODY EATS
WITHOUT THE LANDS GOOD GRACES
AND THE WARMTH OF THE SUN
WE’LL HAVE BRAND NEW HORSES AND
FUNNY CLOTHES FOR EVERYONE
I WAS HERE BEFORE WHEN I WAS YOUNG
THE OLD ONES WARNED
THIS DAY WOULD COME
CHANGES AND FENCES
AND SPOTTED HERDS
YOUR ENEMY
WILL BECOME YOUR BEST FRIEND
YOUR BEST FRIEND
NIGHTS AGO I STOOD IN THE WATER
AND I BEGAN TO WONDER
WHAT STORY WILL TOMORROW TELL
WE WILL WE SURVIVE AND LIVE IN THIS VALLEY
I CAN HEAR THE CHILDREN LAUGHING
I CAN HEAR YOU CALL MY NAME
THIS COULD BE THE END
AND BECOME NOTHING BUT A DREAM
NOTHING BUT A DREAM
(INSTRUMENTAL)
RIDERS UP ON HIGH
RIDE IN A QUIET LINE
THEY SEE THE DISTANT MOVEMENT
SMOKY DUST RISE
WITH A GLANCE NOBODY SPEAKS
BUT USE THE SILENT HANDS
CAREFULLY
AS THE SUN RISES
ON FAMILIAR LAND
WITH THE GIFT OF HORSES AND
FUNNY CLOTHES FOR EVERYONE
EVERYONE EVERYONE EVERYONE
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11. |
Bullhead Lodge
04:26
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Instrumental
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12. |
Wally And Keeoma
03:53
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WALLY & KEEOMA -CARY MORIN (BMI)
WALLY AND KEEOMA
THEIR PATHS WOULD NEVER CROSS
BUT IN THE PAGES
OF AN EAST COAST MAGAZINE
KEEOMA UP IN ALBERTA, AND WALLY IN THE BASIN
LIVES AS DIFFERENT
AS THE WORLD HAD EVER DREAMED
WALLY WAS THE CHILD
OF SOCIETY AND STYLE
PAINTED LIKE THE BEAUTY THAT SHE WAS
SHE’D RIDE AS WELL AS ANYONE
BLONDE HAIR BLOWING IN THE WIND
JUST A BROKEN-HEARTED MEMORY
AND NEVER SEEN AGAIN
WALLY AND KEEOMA
THEIR PATHS WOULD NEVER CROSS
BUT IN THE PAGES
OF AN EAST COAST MAGAZINE
KEEOMA IN ALBERTA, AND WALLY IN THE BASIN
LIVES AS DIFFERENT
AS THE WORLD HAD EVER DREAMED
KEEOMA HAD A SMILE LIKE MONA LISA
OFFERED IN A TRADE
FOR SERVICES UNKNOWN
GRACED THE CANVAS ALL KNOWING
AND GAZE INSIDE YOUR SOUL
FANTASY OR REAL
NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW
WALLY AND KEEOMA
THEIR PATHS WOULD NEVER CROSS
BUT IN THE PAGES
OF AN EAST COAST MAGAZINE
KEEOMA IN ALBERTA AND WALLY IN THE BASIN
LIVES AS DIFFERENT
AS THE WORLD HAD EVER DREAMED
WALLY AND KEEOMA
THEIR PATHS WOULD NEVER CROSS
BUT IN THE PAGES
OF AN EAST COAST MAGAZINE
KEEOMA IN ALBERTA AND WALLY IN THE BASIN
LIVES AS DIFFERENT
AS THE WORLD HAD EVER DREAMED
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WHERE THE TRAILS CROSS THE BIG DIVIDE -CARY MORIN (BMI)
THE TRAIL IS LONG
AND THEY DON’T CALL ME THE KID ANYMORE
JUST BETWEEN US
I MISS THEM DAYS AND THIS PLACE
WON’T BE A SMALL TOWN FOREVER
AND THE STRETCH BETWEEN ME AND YOU IS A GIANT LEAP
WHERE THE SUN RISES AND WHERE IT GOES TO SLEEP
I MAY NOT BE ON HAND TO SEE GLACIER
TURN GREEN AGAIN
ON THE TOP OF THE PASS
WHERE THE TRAILS CROSS THE BIG DIVIDE
I GOT A JOB TO DO, IT’S A CAPITAL PLAN
YOU CAN SEE IT IF YOU COME AROUND, EVEN IF I’M GONE
YOU KNOW I’LL NEVER EVER LEAVE THIS TOWN
UP ON THE FLAT HEAD WE HAD A TIME
WE’D TALK ABOUT THE OPEN RANGE OUR SOULS ON THE LINE
I SAVVY YOU AND THE BUNCH OF YOUR KIND
IF WE HAD THE TIME TO MAKE THAT RIDE AGAIN
I’D TRADE WHAT LITTLE I HAVE TO MAKE IT HAPPEN
I MAY NOT BE ON HAND TO SEE GLACIER
TURN GREEN AGAIN
ON THE TOP OF THE PASS
WHERE THE TRAILS CROSS THE BIG DIVIDE
I GOT A JOB TO DO, IT’S A CAPITAL PLAN
YOU CAN SEE IT IF YOU COME AROUND, EVEN IF I’M GONE
YOU KNOW I’LL NEVER EVER LEAVE THIS TOWN
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14. |
Montana Sky
03:30
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MONTANA SKY -CARY MORIN (BMI) / DAVID L DUNCAN (BMI)
TWO THINGS I DO WHEN THE SUN BEGINS
TO SHOW THE MORNING LIGHT
I THANK THE LORD FOR ANOTHER DAY
AND DREAM OF ANOTHER NIGHT
ROUNDUP ONLY REACHES
THE FEW WHO HEAR THE CALL
THE LIFE I LIVE IS THE LIFE I LOVE
THE GREATEST GIFT OF ALL
THE FREEDOM OF THE WESTERN SKY
A MILLION STARS SHINE SO BRIGHT
IN A BIG MONTANA SKY
YES I BEEN SLEEPING WITH NOTHING
BETWEEN ME AND THE MIDNIGHT SKY
A DEEP DREAMS OF WINNING
BEFORE TOMORROW'S SADDLE UP AND RIDE
I TRY TO STAY CLEAR OF THOSE WHOSE ACTIONS
MAKE ME SHORT OF BREATH
I SPEND MY TIME AMONG THE LIVING
THEY SAY A MAN’S SHADOW IS EMPTY
WITHOUT A HORSE AND HAT
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TOMORROW BRINGS
BUT I DO BELIEVE IN THAT
ROUNDUP ONLY REACHES
THE FEW WHO HEAR THE CALL
THE LIFE I LIVE IS THE LIFE I LOVE
THE GREATEST GIFT OF ALL
THE FREEDOM OF THE WESTERN SKY
A MILLION STARS SHINE SO BRIGHT
IN A BIG MONTANA SKY
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Cary Morin Fort Collins, Colorado
Internationally acclaimed as a mesmerizing live performer, Cary Morin’s soul-stirring voice and jaw-dropping fingerstyle
guitar playing have captivated audiences for decades.
“Cary is a unique and brilliant player, songwriter and singer. I have huge respect for his style and technique,” says legendary multi-instrumentalist and songwriter David Bromberg. “If you haven’t heard him yet, you should.”
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