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and then your being looked at for it. >> imagine, your shaken in the dead of night. >> my ears were ringing. i thought i was dreaming. >> in bed, right next to you. your husband, murdered. >> hearty wrap around your head, is it? >> yes. >> and heres the twist. you are the suspect. >> its the worst feeling, thinking youre gonna be blamed for your husbands death. >> could she have been the killer? or, with someone keeping a secret? >> he said, what did you do. what did you do? >> i dont ...

Known for their instrumental prowess, tight three-part harmonies, and award-winning songwriting, Songs From the Road Band remains a fixture on the Asheville acoustic music scene, while constantly forging ahead on their own path. “You Left Your Lonely,” the latest in a series of singles from the band, offers a thought-provoking twist on a quintessential bluegrass tale.

>> reporter: it was cold the night the full moon rose. february cold. in the desert valley that spilled down from reno, nevada.y and in that moonlight all silvee pale, the wind in the dead of in night worried that gray ends of winter grass, whipped and crieda up the driveway around the corner of the house, whistled he past the unlocked door. something evil afoot, something here inside. when the moon peered through the window and into the master bedroom, a little after 3:00 in the morning. >> its...

>> reporter: it was cold the night the full moon rose. february cold. in the desert valley that spilled down from reno, nevada. and in that moonlight all silver pale, the wind in the dead of night worried that gray ends of winter grass, whipped and cried up the driveway around the corner of the house, whistled past the unlocked door. something evil afoot, something here inside. when the moon peered through the window and into the master bedroom, a little after 3:00 in the morning. >> hes really ...

>> reporter: it was cold the night the full moon rose. february cold. in the desert valley that spilled down from reno, nevada. and in that moonlight, all silver pale, the wind worried that gray ends of winter grass, whipped and cried up the driveway around the corner of the house, whistled past the unlocked door. something evil afoot, something here inside. when the moon peered through the window and into the master bedroom, a little after 3:00 in the morning. >> hes really dead. >> whats reall...