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Video of The Day: Dickey Betts Jams with The Charlie Daniels Band at Musicians Hall of Fame

Posted: Oct 29, 2009

Ah yes, these are the moments I live for! The Charlie Daniels Band doing "Southbound" with Dickey Betts at the Musicians Hall of Fame Ceremony on October 12, 2009 in Nashville. Charlie was inducted into the Hall of Fame that night! So cool!

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deltablue says...

Damn cool Buff. I miss the old volunteer jams.

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