There's a legend of a ghost on ol mill creek
He caries a mandolin around dated 1923
Some think its Bill Monroe, Others say they just don't know
But on a moonlit night, he haunts the hills of Rosine
There's a high lonesome sound coming from Jerusalem Ridge
Turn out the hounds and find out what it is
Some say its Bill Monroe, pouring out his heart and soul
They swear by the old blue moon that's who it is
On a moonlit night you can hear him in the pines
Echos of that lonesome sound will take you back in time
From nobody loves me to the beautiful Kentucky waltz
And blue moon of Kentucky keep shining on
So if your ever passing threw Rosine
Just listen for the melody of that old mandolin
And when you hear that lonesome sound drifting threw the fog
You'll know Bill Monroe's having a ball