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When The Grass Grows Over Me – Rhonda Vincent

 

When The Grass Grows Over Me - Rhonda Vincent

Introduction:

“When the Grass Grows Over Me” is a poignant country song originally recorded by George Jones in 1960. The song was written by Don Chapel and expresses the fear of being forgotten after death. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a lonely grave overgrown with grass, symbolizing the passage of time and the fading memories of loved ones.

Rhonda Vincent, a renowned bluegrass artist often referred to as the “Queen of Bluegrass,” recorded her version of “When the Grass Grows Over Me” in 2016. Her rendition, featured on her album “Only Me,” showcases her powerful vocals and impeccable musicianship, adding a fresh layer of emotion to this classic country ballad. Vincent’s version has garnered critical acclaim and further solidified her status as a leading figure in the bluegrass and country music genres.

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