It was 1982, and the Nashville studio lights felt hotter than a July tobacco barn. Ricky Skaggs sat in the producer’s chair, mandolin in his lap, staring at a chord chart for a song he’d known since he was five years old: “Cotton-Eyed Joe.”
“He’d been in the field since half past four…” ricky skaggs cotton eyed joe
Ricky nodded. He wasn’t mad. The first take was lazy. It had the notes, but not the story . It was 1982, and the Nashville studio lights
“That,” Ricky said, wiping sweat from his brow, “is Cotton-Eyed Joe.” It was 1982