I religiously went to a bluegrass night at a local microbrewery for nearly a decade. The circle would gather on a big deck out back when the weather permitted. No one including the owner of the bar cared if you smoked, so I was in heaven. In the late 90s / early 00s, during the height of beaster reign, those bluegrass guys always had absolute fire headies. So I would sit out there nursing a beer and getting baked while listening to them pick for hours every week. I went for a few years while I was still underage. I also played at an open mic night, so I think they just assumed I was 21 after seeing me around so much.
I've probably heard this song played live a thousand times.