Marty Falle “Hillbilly Irish”

November 19, 2025

Album Review: Marty Falle – Hillbilly Irish
By Jim Capaldi for Country Music News International Magazine
Marty Falle doesn’t just write songs—he writes records. His eighth all-original bluegrass album, Hillbilly Irish, dropping worldwide on September 1st, is a heartfelt, high-octane testament to roots, resilience, and rural pride. And make no mistake: this is no Nashville assembly-line product. Falle’s records are born in Appalachian dirt, baptized in river water, and polished with the care of a craftsman who knows exactly who he is.
Falle’s previous release, Wanted in Kentucky, proved just how far that vision could reach. The album climbed to #1 on the Roots Global Top Bluegrass Albums chart on June 6, 2025, and spent seven months in the Top 10. Seven of its twelve tracks cracked the Top 10 singles chart since its January 2025 release, making it one of the most played bluegrass albums worldwide that year.
On the strength of that record, Falle has emerged as a bluegrass singer-songwriting force, carving a place not just on the charts but in the broader roots music landscape. His rise has been recognized well beyond Kentucky hollers: he was featured on the cover of Americana Rhythm Music Magazine (July 2025) as the “Bluegrass Poet,” and in the September 2025 issue of Bluegrass Unlimited Magazine with a feature article titled “Marty Falle’s Blueprint for Bluegrass Success,” appearing alongside coverage of Billy Strings and Ashleigh Graham. These accolades underscore what his records already prove—Falle is more than a regional storyteller; he’s a voice shaping the sound and soul of modern bluegrass.
If Wanted in Kentucky was the culmination of lessons learned and a breakthrough moment on the global stage, Hillbilly Irish is the confident next step in the journey—a celebration of ancestry, community, folklore, and the raw storytelling power of bluegrass.
The title track, “Hillbilly Irish” (feat. Carley Greer), sets the tone. It’s not just a nod to heritage—it’s a rousing celebration of the Scots-Irish blood that pulses through Appalachian culture. With Jim Hoke’s pennywhistle dancing over tight dobro and banjo runs, the song bridges continents, connecting the stone-walled pubs of Ulster with the tobacco barns of Eastern Kentucky. Greer’s voice pairs beautifully with Falle’s, both seasoned and stirring, as they sing of faith, migration, and hard-earned freedom.
This spirit of remembrance and reverence flows throughout the album. “Miss West Virginia,” a poignant tribute to the late Mel Ann Pennington, is heartbreaking and graceful, elevated by Greer’s haunting harmonies. Falle honors her with storytelling that’s both deeply personal and universally touching.
One of the album’s greatest strengths is its emotional range. “Love Raised the Roof” celebrates Appalachian barn-raising culture with a warm, gospel-tinged groove. It’s the sound of neighbors working together with muddy boots and full hearts, banjos chiming like church bells over the hills.
In contrast, “Where Sorrow Has No Song” delves into the devastating 1958 Prestonsburg School Bus Disaster. Falle sings this historical ballad with a raw reverence, backed by plaintive fiddle and restrained harmonies. It’s one of his finest narrative efforts to date—a song that belongs alongside bluegrass classics of loss and memory.
But this record isn’t all solemn reflection. Instrumentals like “Dance Like the Devil’s Chasin’ Ya” and “Fiddle Me Irish” bring barn dance energy, thumping with old-time fury. These tracks show Falle’s musical dexterity and his reverence for the joy found in Appalachian string traditions. “Kitchen Jamboree” adds another joyous chapter, capturing the Appalachian tradition of families and neighbors gathering in kitchens with food, song, and faith to keep community alive. With its stomping chorus and gospel overtones, it feels like both a hymn and a hoedown.
Falle continues his deep dive into regional folklore and Americana on tracks like “Hobo,” co-written with Jonathan Holmberg. It captures the wistful ghost of the working-class drifter, with harmonica and dobro painting a lonesome, romantic picture of the rail-bound nomad.
Equally vivid is “Peaceful River,” a moving reflection on Appalachian burial customs and the eternal tie between land and loved ones. Falle’s vocals are at their most tender here, proving he doesn’t need to shout to move you.
“Old Crow (The Kentucky Legend)” barrels down the track with rollicking force, a tribute to Bourbon County’s equine roots, fast and sharp as a gallop at Keeneland. And Hillbilly Irish doesn’t shy away from the darker shadows of Appalachian life: “The Beatitudes of Bubba Ray” paints a Southern Gothic portrait of a smooth-talking neighbor who cloaks vice in scripture, while “I Broke Bread with the Devil” digs into betrayal and manipulation by those who wield faith as a weapon. These songs add grit to the record, balancing the joy with raw honesty.
The tradition runs even deeper on Falle’s rendition of the Irish folk classic “Whiskey in the Jar,” where he connects his project directly to 17th-century Irish balladry. Backed by pennywhistle and bodhrán, his version feels both reverent and fresh, a reminder that the roots of bluegrass stretch back across the Atlantic.
“Eminent Blood” closes in prophetic fire—Falle’s fiercest statement yet. A protest ballad against a powerful, land-grabbing energy giant, the song brims with righteous anger, biblical imagery, and defiance. It’s coal dust, scripture, and justice rolled into a searing Appalachian gospel.
What makes Hillbilly Irish more than just a good bluegrass record is its cohesion. This isn’t a scattershot collection of pickin’ and grinnin’ tunes—it’s a narrative arc, a spiritual and sonic journey that begins in the green hills of Ireland and ends in a holler where love, death, music, and memory intertwine.
Producer Jonathan Yudkin’s fiddle and mandolin lines weave seamlessly into the fabric of each song, while the all-star band—Marty Falle (lead vocals, guitar), Carl Miner (guitar), Mike Bub (acoustic bass), Josh Metheny (dobro), Matt Menefee (banjo), Rob Ickes (dobro), Justin

Alexander (banjo), and Jim Hoke (harmonica, pennywhistle, accordion, flute)—plays with both precision and soul. On vocals, Falle is joined by a trio of powerhouse background singers—Carley Greer, Ashley Lewis, and Kim Parent—whose harmonies elevate the record with depth and warmth. Together, they don’t just support Falle’s vision—they magnify it.
And the cover art? Original work by Disney artist TJ Matousek, based on a photo by Amber Falle, ties the project together with striking visual flair. It’s as personal and handcrafted as the music itself.
With Hillbilly Irish, Marty Falle has not only written his strongest record yet—he’s crafted a bluegrass masterpiece. Building on the global success of Wanted in Kentucky and carrying the recognition of being hailed as a “Bluegrass Poet” and profiled in Bluegrass Unlimited’s feature “Marty Falle’s Blueprint for Bluegrass Success,” this new album proves he’s no one-hit wonder, but a visionary voice in modern roots music.
It’s a deep-rooted, finely detailed, emotionally rich album that honors the past while sounding entirely fresh. It dances. It mourns. It testifies. And above all, it belongs—to Kentucky, to Appalachia, to Ireland, and to anyone who’s ever found faith, fire, or family in the sound of strings and stories.
Don’t just stream it. Sit with it. Let it play start to finish, like a good book or a holy revival. Because that’s how Marty Falle meant it.
— Jim Capaldi for Country Music News International Magazine

“Hillbilly Irish”
Words and Music by Marty Falle
(4:29) (ISRC Code – TCAJZ2515630)

Verse 1: Shamus
I am a Clare-born farmer in the Bluegrass hills,
Workin’ tobacco with dreams to fulfill.
I met you at the barn dance, Yeah, that fiery red hair,
Music was playing and love filled up the air

Verse 1: Molly
I am a Kildare girl with a sharp, quick tongue,
And I’ve heard sweet words from a thousand young guns.
I couldn’t help but laugh at your bashful blue eyes
There was something about you Shamus that made my heart reply.

Chorus:
Hillbilly Irish, Young, strong and free,
To Eastern Kentucky from the Irish Sea.
Where the banjo and fiddle play and the crooked river winds,
You’re my hillbilly sweetheart and I’m yours for all time.

Verse 2: Shamus
Molly I can’t dance’ but my heart is a stayin’ warm
Ain’t got no more rhythm than a screen door in a storm.

Verse 2: Molly
Hold me close and make it fast. If you want to win this Irish lass,
Leave your bachelor ways, prove your love is built to last.

Chorus:

Bridge: Shamus
“Molly, darlin’, I’ll give you the world,

(Molly)
Build us a farm, and I will be your girl.”

Bridge: Shamus
“Molly, I’ve got dreams, I will show you I can,

(Molly)
I’ll need more than words from a Hillbilly man!”

Chorus

Marty Falle
martyfallemusic@gmail.com
330.410.3374

“Hillbilly Irish” (feat. Carly Greer) – (4:29)
ISRC Code – TCAJZ2515630

Words and Music by Marty Falle
“Scots-Irish, came in large waves from 1717 to the early 1800s, many seeking land, religious freedom, and independence from British rule. They heavily populated the Appalachian Mountains, especially in Western Virginia, Eastern Kentucky, Tennessee, and North Carolina and preferred rugged frontier regions because land was cheap. The Scots-Irish left a massive imprint on Appalachian culture—from music (old-time, bluegrass), religion (revivalist Protestantism), and language (Appalachian English). Their legacy lives on in the family farms, gospel traditions, and the tobacco barns that still dot Eastern Kentucky’s hillsides.” – Marty Falle July 2025

Players
Marty Falle – Executive Producer, Writer, Lead Vocals, Guitar
Carly Greer – Lead Vocals
Jonathan Yudkin– Producer, Fiddle, Mandolin
Carl Miner – Guitar
Michael Bub – Acoustic Bass
Rob Ickes – Dobro
Justin Alexander – Banjo
Jim Hoke – Harmonica
Pino Squillace – Bodhran Irish Drum
Recorded in Nashville @ County Q (May, 2025)

“Miss West Virginia”
(Words and Music by Marty Falle)
ISRC: TCAKA2515641 (3:31)

(Verse 1)
You were born in the hills where the rivers run free,
A girl with a dream and a song on her sleeve.
With a heart full of fire and a spirit so true,
You could turn the dew to sugar

(Verse 2)
From Nitro YOU rose like the dawn’s golden hue,
Head majorette, oh, the ribbons that flew.
You sang for the world in the pageant’s bright glow,
A vision, that was almost heaven

(Chorus)
Oh Miss West Virginia, my pride and my pearl,
Prettier than a wildflower in a holler’s soft curl.
/I can still see my sweet Kanawah Daughter
Gone, like morning mist on the water
My Miss West Virginia

(Bridge)
YOU still hold my heart
like YOU once held my hand
I can’t wait to see YOU again

(Verse 3)
From the Cross Lanes schoolyard to the capitol lights
With a sash ‘round your shoulder and stars in your sights,
Only God knows the when and only God knows the why
Your Dancing w/ angels now

(Chorus)

Marty Falle
martyfallemusic@gmail.com
330.410.3374

Miss West Virginia (feat. Carley Greer) ISRC: TCAKA2515641 (3:31)
Words and Music by Marty Falle

True story. When I first moved to Eastern Kentucky, I was selling lawbooks. I met my new boss Mel Pennington in Lexington, the same week his daughter died of leukemia. Her name was Mel Ann Pennington and she was Miss West Virginia just a few years earlier. I got to know this striking and talented woman through my travels with Mr. Pennington. She gave so much to the world and passed away at 27 years old. I was inspired to someday honor her memory through my music. Carly Greer, vocalist of the Bluegrass Band Crandall Creek out of Wheeling, WV., was my first and only choice to sing with on this tribute – Marty Falle July 2025

Players
Marty Falle – Executive Producer, Writer, Lead Vocals, Guitar
Carly Greer – Background Vocals
Jonathan Yudkin– Producer, Fiddle, Mandolin
Carl Miner – Guitar
Michael Bub – Acoustic Bass
Rob Ickes – Dobro
Justin Alexander – Banjo
Jim Hoke – Harmonica
Recorded in Nashville @ County Q (May, 2025)

“Love Raised the Roof “
Words and Music by Marty Falle
ISRC: TCAJX2565021 (3:06)

Verse 1
It was late in the evening when the flames touched the sky,
Watched the homeplace crumble, couldn’t help but cry.
Daddy held Mama, said, “We’ll find a way,”
But the good Lord’s mercy was already on its way.

Chorus
So they came with their hammers, their saws, and their hands
Built up the walls on this Promised land
With hearts full of kindness and calloused worn palms
Love raised the roof and the barn

Verse 2
The men swung the timbers, the women baked bread,
Children ran laughing ‘round the old riverbed.
Nobody questioned, nobody asked why,
Just working together ‘neath a bright Bluegrass sky.

Pre-Chorus
And every nail driven, every board laid,
Was a prayer in action, a debt repaid. Oh oh oh

Verse 3
When the sun finally set, the house stood tall,
A home filled with love, built by one and by all.
Mama wiped tears, said, “God’s hands were here,”
And we all bowed our heads ‘cause His presence was clear

Chorus
Now when the wind blows through the valley so wide
I hear voices of angels in the rafters inside
A house built with love will forever stand strong
Love raised the roof and the barn.
Love raised the roof and the barn

Marty Falle
martyfallemusic@gmail.com
330.410.3374

“Love Raised The Roof” ISRC: TCAJX2565021 (3:06)
Words and Music by Marty Falle

“Another song inspired by one of the old Tobacco Barns on my Kentucky farm. In early Appalachia (and much of rural America), barn raisings were a common tradition. When a family needed a barn, neighbors would come together and help build it, often in a single day or over a weekend. This communal effort was a powerful expression of mutual aid, reflecting the deep bonds and interdependence among Appalachian families, especially in isolated mountain communities where survival depended on cooperation. They were also social gatherings, often accompanied by food, music, and prayer. It was a way to honor hard work, faith, and fellowship, and the phrase "many hands make light work" was lived out in real time – Marty Falle July 2025

Players
Marty Falle – Executive Producer, Writer, Lead Vocals, Guitar
Carley Greer – Lead Vocals
Jonathan Yudkin– Producer, Fiddle, Mandolin
Carl Miner – Guitar
Michael Bub – Acoustic Bass
Josh Metheny – Dobro
Matt Menefee – Banjo
Recorded in Nashville @ County Q (May, 2025)

“Peaceful River”
Words and Music by Marty Falle and Jonathan Holmberg
ISRC: TCAJZ2515673 (3:24)

Verse 1:
I will make my home where the peaceful river flows
Lay my body on the shore so I can rest my soul
Please promise me when it comes my time to go
I can spend my final days where the peaceful river flows

Verse 2:
Yes I will make my home where the peaceful river flows
And I can hear the angels sing and walk the streets of gold
With trumpets loudly sounding never more to roam
I'm on my way to glory where the peaceful river flows

Out on the river faith is keeping me afloat
Drifting on to heaven. My heart is full of hope

Chorus:
Drawing nearer to the shoreline I am almost home
Spending all eternity where the peaceful river flows.

Verse 3:
I will make my home where the peaceful river flows
Where all my sins are washed away. The Lord has saved my soul
Leavin’ all my burdens/ in the valley down below
Looking towards the heavens where the peaceful river flows

The road is rough and narrow, but I walk it sure and slow
I will keep on walkin’ till the Lord tells me to go

Chorus:
Drawing nearer to the shoreline I am almost home
Spending all eternity where the peaceful river flows.
Spending all eternity where the peaceful river flows.

Marty Falle
martyfallemusic@gmail.com
330.410.3374

“Peaceful River” – ISRC: TCAJZ2515673
(3:24)
Words and Music by Marty Falle and Jonathan Holmberg

“In Eastern Kentucky, the land isn't just dirt—it's blood, memory, and testimony. To bury a loved one near the creek that ran by their porch or the river they fished is to tie them eternally to home, where the water sings their name long after they’re gone. “- Marty Falle July 2025

Players
Marty Falle – Executive Producer, Writer, Lead Vocals, Guitar
Kim Parent – Background Vocals
Jonathan Yudkin– Producer, Fiddle, Mandolin
Carl Miner – Guitar
Michael Bub – Acoustic Bass
Rob Ickes – Dobro
Justin Alexander – Banjo
Jim Hoke – Harmonica
Recorded in Nashville @ County Q (May, 2025)

”Hobo”
Words and Music by Marty Falle and Jonathan Holmberg
(3:04)
ISRC Code – TCAJZ2515686

Verse 1:
Think I'll be a hobo.
I'll sing a hobo song
Full of pain and misery and the good times that are gone.
Memories of the life I left and how it all went wrong.
I think I'll be a hobo.
I'll sing a hobo song

Verse 2:
I think I'll be a hobo.
I'll live out on the tracks
Hopping on that L&N Up from Tennessee and back
Every mile's a memory, Every bridge another crack.
I think I'll be a hobo.
With an old banjo and burlap sack.

Chorus
It's a hobo life for me.
I'll be living fancy free
Sleeping in old box cars Hiding from police
The rhythm of the rails makes me happy as can be
Hey! Hallelujah!
It's a hobo life for me.

Bridge:
I have seen the sunrise over these Appalachian hills
I know all the Christian Homes
Where a man can get a meal
Running to the tracks when that train-a- whistle blows.
That's music to the ears of a hobo

Verse 3:
Think I'll be a hobo
Till the day I die.
I don't need no funeral. No widow there to cry.
Just throw my body off the train at that old Kentucky line.
I think I'll be a hobo until the day I die.
I think I’ll be a Hobo

Marty Falle
martyfallemusic@gmail.com
330.410.3374

”Hobo” (3:04)
Words and Music by Marty Falle and Jonathan Holmberg
ISRC Code – TCAJZ2515686

“Hobos left a cultural fingerprint on Appalachian life—especially in Kentucky and Tennessee from 1880 to the 1940s. Though transient, they contributed to the musical soul of the region, the image of the railroad as both escape and exile and left a lasting mythos of the rugged, roaming man. The hobo was a working-class ghost, drifting through hollers, leaving behind only a song, a story, and a warning carved into a fence post”. – Marty Falle July 2025

Players
Marty Falle – Executive Producer, Writer, Lead Vocals, Guitar
Carley Greer – Background Vocals
Jonathan Yudkin– Producer, Fiddle, Mandolin
Carl Miner – Guitar
Michael Bub – Acoustic Bass
Josh Metheny – Dobro
Matt Menefee – Banjo
Jim Hoke – Harmonica
Recorded in Nashville @ County Q (May, 2025)

Eminent Blood
(Words and Music by Marty Falle)

Verse 1 – Blood & Faith]
I broke my back in a Harlan shaft
Breathin’ Bituminous dust ‘til my lungs turned black
I bought this farm with the work of my hands,
And the Lord saw fit to bless my land.

Verse 2 –
“Stacked stone and promises ‘til we called it home.”
“Bound by love and a field we’d sown.”
My sweet wife sang Psalms at dawn,
Held my son close ‘til the fever was gone
Born with a shovel and buried by the same,
They bought my blood in the name of eminent domain.

[Verse 3 – The Crooked Cross]
Then came a letter sharp and cold,
The Black Vein Vultures came with a heartless hold.
THEY Marked my fields like they marked a grave,
Signed my loss with a suit and a spade.
But The land don’t forget who bled it dry
for silver tongue Devils and company lies.”

[Verse 4 – Last Stand Gospel]
I stood like a prophet at judgment's gate
A cross ‘round my neck and fire on my face.
Sheriff said, “Walk away, don’t test the law,”
I said, “Boy, you’re speakin’ to Jericho’s wall.
And Coal dust buys coffins where law won’t climb.
Ain’t no man takin’ what the Lord made mine.”
Born with a shovel and buried by the same,
They bought my blood in the name of eminent domain

Marty Falle
martyfallemusic@gmail.com
330.410.3374

Eminent Blood (Words and Music by Marty Falle)
ISRC Code – TCAJZ2515756

“I wrote this song as a reckoning against Eastern Kentucky Power Company (EKPC). They came onto my generational farm under the cover of Eminent Domain, driving steel towers and power lines through conserved land, poisoning Horse Lick Branch Creek, and scarring the hills that farmers have tended for generations. EKPC’s got the politicians in their pockets. I get pissed off when I sing this”- Falle August 2025

Players
Marty Falle – Executive Producer, Writer, Lead Vocals, Guitar
Jonathan Yudkin– Producer, Fiddle, Mandolin
Carl Miner – Guitar
Michael Bub – Acoustic Bass
Josh Metheny – Dobro
Matt Menefee – Banjo
Jim Hoke – Accordion
Recorded in Nashville @ County Q (May, 2025)

“Dance Like the Devil’s Chasin Ya” (Writer – Marty Falle) – Instrumental
ISRC Code – TCAJZ2515668

Marty Falle
martyfallemusic@gmail.com
330.410.3374

“Dance Like the Devil’s Chasin Ya” (Writer – Marty Falle)
ISRC Code – TCAJZ2515668

“Fast Appalachia Irish Bluegrass hits like a wildfire—fiddles screaming, banjos rolling, and the rhythm snapping like kindling underfoot. The blend of Irish reels and mountain drive gets in your bones, makes your feet stomp and your heart race till you can’t sit still. It’s the kind of music that whirls you dizzy, sets the room spinning, and leaves you laughing like you’ve gone half-crazy with joy” – Marty Falle July 2025

Players
Marty Falle – Executive Producer, Writer, Guitar
Jonathan Yudkin– Producer, Fiddle, Mandolin
Carl Miner – Guitar
Michael Bub – Acoustic Bass
Rob Ickes – Dobro
Justin Alexander – Banjo
Jim Hoke – Harmonica
Pino Squillace – Bodhran Irish Drum
Recorded in Nashville @ County Q (May, 2025)

The Beatitudes of Bubba Ray (Words and Music by Marty Falle)
ISRC Code – TCAJZ2515663

[Verse 1]
Bubba Ray planted sins in rows,
Said, "The Lord made dirt, so anything grows."
He read Leviticus by candle flame,
Planted clones by the witch-marked tree,
Where Grandma swore ghosts walked free.
Crossed himself/ with resin and blame
Then lit his crop in Jesus' name.

[Verse 2]
He packed his jars with a preacher’s label,
Sold ‘em off cheap on a fold-out table.
Just holy herbs from the Lord’s own farm.
“Hides his lies in a hallelujah.”
Sold salvation/ by the ounce
“Said, ‘This bud’s been blessed for sure.’”
“He lied so smooth it sounded pure.”

[Chorus]
The Beatitudes of Bubba Ray
“His heart’s blacker than a coal train tunnel, but he sure can sing Amazing Grace.”
“Folks been watchin’ that fool dig his own grave with a smile.”
The Beatitudes of Bubba Ray

Bridge –
He dunked his head in Wolf creek at dusk,
Washed off sin, but kept the musk.
Bubba was Slicker than a holy fake”
When he lit his pipe with a rattlesnake.

[Verse 3]
He said, “The Lord forgives a man like me,”
“Even if my wisdom’s wrapped in weed.”
“Rolled up redemption in every leaf.”
High on grace and out on bail,
Leaves a smoky hymn on every trail.
A fool, a farmer, a blasphemous saint
The Beatitudes of Bubba Ray

Marty Falle
martyfallemusic@gmail.com 
330.410.3374

The Beatitudes of Bubba Ray (Words and Music by Marty Falle)
ISRC: TCAJZ2515663 (3:57)

This song tells the true story of a troubled neighbor who lives beside my farm in Eastern Kentucky. A former convict with a past in meth dealing, he would cross the fence line to plant marijuana on my land, as if the boundary meant nothing. When I confronted him, instead of remorse he twisted scripture, quoting the Bible in ways that suited his own desires. His words were a strange mix of sin and self-justification, a reminder of how easy it is for the misguided to cloak wrongdoing in the language of faith.– Marty Falle August 2025

Players
Marty Falle – Executive Producer, Writer, Lead Vocals, Guitar
Ashley Lewis – Background Vocals
Jonathan Yudkin– Producer, Fiddle, Mandolin
Carl Miner – Guitar
Michael Bub – Acoustic Bass
Josh Metheny – Dobro
Matt Menefee – Banjo
Jim Hoke – Harp, Accordian and flute
Recorded in Nashville @ County Q (May, 2025)

“Kitchen Jamboree”
Words and Music by Marty Falle
ISRC Code – TCAJZ2531141

Verse 1
Cracklin’ grease and a fiddle on fire,
Smoke in the rafters, joy in the choir.
Folks showed up with a crock and a song,
Preachin’ with a two-step all night long.

Chorus
It’s a Kitchen Jamboree!
Where the Lord don’t mind if you stomp off-key.
With a Bible in hand and a jug on your knee—
HALLELU! It’s a Jamboree!

Verse 2
Washtub thump and a banjo ring,
Spoons keep time while the children swing.
Mamaw’s wailin’ like a mountain dove,
Singin’ every sorrow clean with love.

Bridge
Calloused hands and Sunday shoes,
Trading aches for gospel blues.
We ain't got gold, but we sure got grace
We’ve buried our kin where the creek runs dry,
Held to the cross while the storm rolled by,
“We didn’t just sing—we testified.”

Verse 3
Granny said, “Dance ‘fore your time runs out,
Praise ain’t quiet—it was born to shout!”
So we pass that flame from hand to hand,
Raisin’ up glory from this mountain land.

Chorus 2X
Kitchen Jamboree!
Where the Lord don’t mind if you stomp off-key.
With a Bible in hand and a jug on your knee
HALLELU! It’s a Jamboree!
HALLELU! It’s a Jamboree!

Marty Falle
martyfallemusic@gmail.com
330.410.3374

“Kitchen Jamboree”
Words and Music by Marty Falle
ISRC Code – TCAJZ2531141

“In Eastern Kentucky and throughout the Appalachian region, a “Kitchen Jamboree” is a deeply rooted cultural gathering where family, friends, and neighbors come together in someone’s home—often literally in the kitchen—to make music, share food, and strengthen community bonds.- Marty Falle September 2025

¬Where Sorrow Has No Song
Words and Music by Marty Falle
(3:44)
ISRC Code – TCAJZ2515771

(Verse 1)
The morning broke on Prestonsburg, the winter air was cold
A school bus rolled through winding hills, young hearts brave and bold
Through the hollers, through the valley, down the frozen road
No one knew the sorrow that the river’s depths would hold

(Chorus)
Blessed are those who mourn, He said, the broken and the torn
For they shall find their comfort in the arms of the Lord
Though the waters took you from us, and the night was dark and long
In Heaven’s light we’ll meet again, where sorrow has no song

(Verse 2)
Mama set the table, Daddy stoked the fire warm
But that chair stayed empty/ when the evening shadows formed
Twenty-seven angels rose, their names carved in the wind
We called but there was silence where your laughter once had been

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
The Levisa she’s-a rolling still, but time don’t heal the pain
A mother’s prayer, a father’s tear, still call out your name
Yet in the darkest valley, through the flood and through the flame
We hold on to His promise that we’ll see you once again

(Verse 3)
So we’ll lay a flower by your name, and whisper soft and low
Through the hills of old Kentucky, your memory we’ll always know
One day soon we’ll find you, past the pain and past the storm
And in the light of glory, there’ll be mourning nevermore
In Heaven’s light we’ll meet again, where sorrow has no song

Marty Falle
martyfallemusic@gmail.com
330.410.3374

¬Where Sorrow Has No Song – (3:44)
Words and Music by Marty Falle

ISRC CODE – TCAJZ2515771

“The 1958 Prestonsburg School Bus Disaster remains one of the darkest tragedies in Kentucky history, when a school bus carrying 48 students and their driver veered off the road into the flood-swollen Levisa Fork of the Big Sandy River. Twenty-six children and the driver were lost. The disaster devastated the tight-knit community of Floyd County, where nearly every family was touched by grief and remains a haunting reminder of the fragility of life in the Appalachian hills”.- Marty Falle July 2025

“Fiddle Me Irish” (Writer – Marty Falle) – Instrumental
ISRC Code – TCAJZ2515774

Marty Falle
martyfallemusic@gmail.com
330.410.3374

“Fiddle Me Irish” (Writer – Marty Falle)
ISRC Code – TCAJZ2515774

“Bluegrass was born in the dark hollers of Appalachia, but its blood runs back to Ireland’s reels and ballads carried across the sea by weary Scots-Irish settlers. In the mountains, those haunting fiddle strains tangled with African banjo rhythms and Baptist gospel cries, giving rise to the high-lonesome sound. It’s a music stitched from Old World sorrow and New World struggle—ghosts of Ireland whispering through every bow stroke and banjo roll.
– Marty Falle July 2025

“I Broke Bread with the Devil” (words and music by Marty Falle)
ISRC Code – TCAJZ2531171

[Verse 1]
I gave you my coat on that cold November
I’d patch your roof when the rain come down
I kept my word like the Book of Proverbs
Never once let my good friend down

Verse 2
He had honey on his lips and hell in his hands
Talked sweet like a hymn in a gospel band
Said grace at my table then stole from the plate
He wore a smile but his heart held hate

[Chorus]
I broke bread with the devil
My friend played me like a fool
Said "Brother" with a grin as he reeled me right in in
I broke bread with the devil

[Bridge]
You smiled real nice at the end of the pew
I was blind but God saw right through
You’re a wolf in wool and a snake in grace
Preach like a prophet, then spit in my face

Last verse:
The Lord won’t bless what the snake has taken
You wore a cross, but the vow was breakin’
A brother in boots, but a soul that's bacon
Some hands are better left unshaken

2nd chorus
I broke bread with the devil
My friend wore a holy disguise
He spoke of grace while he sharpened the blade
I broke bread with the devil
I broke bread with the devil

Marty Falle
martyfallemusic@gmail.com
330.410.3374

“I Broke Bread with the Devil”
(words and music by Marty Falle)
ISRC Code – TCAJZ2531171

“This song rose out of the ashes of betrayal. A man who called me “Brother” wrapped his lies in scripture and wore the name of Jesus like a cloak to cover his schemes. I watched him break bread with friends and then bleed them dry, all the while preaching salvation with a crooked tongue. I ignored the signs, but the day came when his deceit finally found its way to me.”– Marty Falle September 2025

Players
Marty Falle – Executive Producer, Writer, Lead Vocals, Guitar
Carley Greer – Background Vocals
Jonathan Yudkin– Producer, Fiddle, Mandolin
Carl Miner – Guitar
Michael Bub – Acoustic Bass
Josh Metheny – Dobro
Matt Menefee – Banjo
Jim Hoke – Harp and Accordian
Recorded in Nashville @ County Q (May, 2025)

"Old Crow" (Words and Music by Marty Falle and Jonathan Holmberg)
(2:47) ISRC Code TCAJZ2515697

(Verse 1)
Born in the hills where the bourbon flows
Old Crow was a colt with a fire that glows
From the start, he was different, a sight to see
With legs like lightning, and a heart so free
Out of Bourbon County, his name would rise
With mud on his flank and hunger in his eyes

(Verse 2)
In 1881, they said he’d never win
A dark horse born from humble kin
But when the gates flew open, the crowd did roar
Old Crow was on his way, a legend at the core
He ran like a deer on the run, so fast
With a jockey who held on with each pounding blast

(Chorus)
Old Crow, goin’ like greased lightning
Outrun the wind his heart’s igniting
With every stride, he’d fly like a dream
A Thunder in his gallop like we’d never seen

(Bridge)
Like a bull on a straightaway, he’d surge ahead
Midnight Star couldn’t match the lead he’d spread
His spirit unbroken, his soul set free
And when that final bell rang, he claimed victory

(Verse 3)
From the Derby to the Preakness, flyin’ like a rabbit
Every race he entered, winning was a habit
Crow ran clean — no luck, just magic
Track after track, he’d outrun the racket
Not just a racer, he was calm and wise
Born and bred in the Bluegrass with his head held high

(Chorus)
Old Crow, goin’ like greased lightning
Outrun the wind his heart’s igniting or so exciting
With every stride, he’d fly like a dream
A Thunder in his gallop like we’d never seen

So here’s to Old Crow, Kentucky’s pride
With the wind in his mane and the world by his side
His legacy’s still runnin', stars at his feet
Old Crow, his spirit runs endlessly

Marty Falle
martyfallemusic@gmail.com
330.410.3374

"Old Crow" (2:47)
Words and Music by Marty Falle and Jonathan Holmberg
ISRC Code TCAJZ2515697

“Bourbon County, Kentucky, holds a storied place in the heart of American horse racing, where bluegrass pastures and limestone-rich soil have produced some of the finest thoroughbreds in the world. Long before the fame of Lexington and Churchill Downs, the rolling hills of Bourbon County were home to early horse farms that laid the foundation for Kentucky’s equine dominance. From the 18th century onward, this region became known for breeding fast, strong, and enduring racehorses—many of which would go on to compete in and win prestigious races across the nation. The legacy of Bourbon County lives on in its deep-rooted connection between bloodlines, bourbon, and the unmatched spirit of the track” – Marty Falle July 2025

Players
Marty Falle – Executive Producer, Writer, Lead Vocals, Guitar
Kim Parent – Background Vocals
Jonathan Yudkin– Producer, Fiddle, Mandolin
Carl Miner – Guitar
Michael Bub – Acoustic Bass
Josh Metheny – Dobro
Matt Menefee – Banjo
Jim Hoke – Harmonica
Recorded in Nashville @ County Q (May, 2025)

“Whiskey In The Jar” – (Traditional Irish Folk)
The roots of “Whiskey in the Jar” go back to printed ballads circulating in Ireland and Britain in the late 17th century.

As I was goin' over
The Cork and Kerry Mountains
I saw Captain Farrell
And his money, he was countin'
I first produced my pistol
I then produced my rapier
I said, "Stand and deliver oh, or the devil he may take ya"

I took all of his money
And it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money
Yeah, and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she loved me
No, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman
Yeah, for you know she tricked me easy

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da
Whack for my daddy, oh
Whack for my daddy, oh
There's whiskey in the jar, oh

Being drunk and weary
I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' Molly with me
But I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven
Yeah, in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols
And I shot him with both barrels

Yeah, musha rain dum a doo, dum a da, ha, yeah
Whack for my daddy, oh
Whack for my daddy, oh
There's whiskey in the jar, oh
Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey
Oh, yeah, yeah, oh, go
Oh, oh, yeah

Now some men like a fishin'
And some men like the fowlin'
And some men like to hear
To hear the cannonball roarin'
Me, I like sleepin'
'Specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison
Here I am with a ball and chain, yeah

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da, heh, heh
Whack for my daddy, oh
Whack for my daddy, oh
There's whiskey in the jar, oh, yeah
Whiskey in the jar, oh, yeah
Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da
Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da, hey
Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da
Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da, yeah

Marty Falle
martyfallemusic@gmail.com
330.410.3374

“Whiskey In The Jar” – (Traditional Irish Folk)

“Whiskey in the Jar” is one of Ireland’s best-known folk songs, dating back to the 17th century. It tells the tale of a highwayman betrayed by a lover, weaving themes of rebellion, loss, and survival that spoke to ordinary people. Passed down through oral tradition, it became a staple of Irish ballad singing and was later reimagined by artists from The Dubliners to Thin Lizzy and Metallica. Its importance lies in how it preserves Irish storytelling while proving timeless, crossing centuries and genres to remain a living piece of cultural identity”. – Marty Falle September 2025

Players
Marty Falle – Executive Producer, Lead Vocals, Guitar
Carley Greer – Background Vocals
Jonathan Yudkin– Producer, Fiddle, Mandolin
Carl Miner – Guitar
Michael Bub – Acoustic Bass
Josh Metheny – Dobro
Matt Menefee – Banjo
Jim Hoke – Pennywhistle
Pino Squillace – Bodhran Irish Drum
Recorded in Nashville @ County Q (May, 2025)