Lyrics:
of a fiddle
On the side, hands held wide, tight at the side
I couldn't get home but at least he tried
And it ain't all over till the fat ladies sing
banjos and fiddles
Disconnect all angel sounds
Gather up now, let's go
Pirate punk politician
I got you in a bad position
Pirate punk politician
Form a circle
Join the line
The spirits of the night
Beat time
Satan's fiddle
Strikes the bow
Start the dance
Around they go
Face to face with
Merle
Yeah, I'm living in a country world (C-O-U-N-T-R-Y)
I'm a country boy, I get my enjoy
With a fiddle in the middle and a banjo make a little
loving me
See now.
Sweep behind the gauzy curtain
High rise
High and wild
I pick at you, my limestone
When you fiddle with your red stone
What
Anthony's dead, and Poor Richard too.
They billow, they billow, and it makes me nervous
They whittled a fiddle from wood in our service
Now that it's dusk,
struggle to be more kind
As the train lies
And I mess around
I'm so young but not without a sound,
Been seen double,keeping me down
I fiddle with
the place
The crowd accumulates when he's tuning the bass
The fiddle and guitar are removed from the case
You know its Kenny O when it booms and shakes
fiddle with the dial
Then I see a sign- the airports just another mile
I check my bags and think about how much I hate to fly
And as I near security I
the stains
The scars that trickle your pretty face
Rescue the hands that fiddle the bet
And roll the dice to forget
The kingcrawler
He'll take you down,
She had been there forever and she wasn't so clever
She fell just like rain from the sky
He stood in the middle; Stan played on his fiddle
They danced
Burning your fiddle that's an easy job
If you set the twilight reeling
I've got 15 cents is that alright with you?
No you didn't want that, bad
his allowance as long as he can dance to my fiddle
I had a patna' named Iraq gave 'em weapons and money
Nigga started getting' power and he start
a little
And fiddle with that
I'll have this baby purring in nothing flat
[Chorus]
Well, if it needs adjustin'
I'll adjust it just right
Well you
the middle, alright
I’d been eating peanut and stuff since I was little
Bang head, Li’l D, Madison, play your fiddle, ditto
Oh Peanut, we love you, baby
Oh
The fiddles are squeekin', the guitars are speakin'
The piano plays a jelly-roll
The man on the drums is far from dumb
And the bass man he plays from
to abide
Why'd you leave your fiddle behind'
Think you want to be a different type'
When we go away, what do we leave'
When we go away, what do we find'
could I have known that
You wouldn't come back home?
I sit down at the table
And I fiddle with the phone
I wish you were right next to me
Instead I'm
alone
Heard the fiddle didn't jig
Grabbed the whiskey took a swig
Cause he's watchin' everybody round him blowin' up gettin' big
So he picks out
haul-e-high-low
(end of a cappella)
Haul her away
Little Rosie Riddle
Haul her away
Broke her brand-new fiddle
Haul her away
Got a hole right down
what? (Woah, yeah, yeah)
You know I love when you're keepin' in touch, oh-ooh
Let me get up in the middle
Finna play it like a fiddle
Make it drip
take up the fiddle
While the place goes to hell
We cannot see the future
Though it’s coming fast
Just don’t go live the future
Like you did your past
before the sunrise and past sunset on his feet
A smile from his wife makes the daily worries fade away
The evenin' come and all listen with his fiddle he
sipped a lil liquor
Finna flip and get some fiddles
Got cash like Jed Clappet
Tip a stripper lift a little
You too uptight
Yeah Styrofoam cups up
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