Walk This Way - The String Cheese Incident Version

The String Cheese Incident Version

"Walk This Way"
Single by The String Cheese Incident
from the album A String Cheese Incident
Released May 31, 1997
Format CD
Recorded 1997
Genre Bluegrass
Length 4:46
Label SCI Fidelity
Producer The String Cheese Incident
The String Cheese Incident singles chronology
"Lonesome Fiddle Blues"
(1997)
"Walk This Way"
(1997)
"How Mountain Girl Can Love"
(1997)

In 1997, The String Cheese Incident covered the song on their live album A String Cheese Incident. Although faithful to the intro and main riff, this version is heavily bluegrass-influenced. After the release it was released in a compilation album. This cover is a crossover between bluegrass and rock.

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