Interesting...a bit of a look into my past.
Growing up, my grandfather was a bit aloof, he had several wives, and led the life of a pauper. He was actually a "rock star" in his younger days, had a few bands, even held a deal with a semi-major record label. My mother still has one of his original LP's. He was a "buckskinner" at heart, and some of my favorite memories of him were when I would make the nearly 2 hour drive to go hunting with him. He taught me to clean a rabbit with my bare hands. I still have several of his knives and firearms in safe keeping, but my BEST memories are when he would break out his guitar. One of my favorite songs he would play would be this one...he could make that guitar sing, and **** near explode on the percussion parts. I listen to the original, and it pales in comparison to my biased ears to what I remember hearing.
The interesting part is I am a huge violin fan, and I never really noticed there was even a violin in this song until you pointed it out,
@Passport1 thank you!