Lyrics:
and my head is sore
I'll bend the rule, I'll turn that tide and this corner
But I'll play second fiddle no more
Than what I held for you there is no
know
She'll play you like a fiddle, fiddle, fiddle
Held my heart in your hand
While you danced to the beat
And the drums beating loud
Feel the wave
Grandpa played some very fine fiddle
But he’s grown old now and his hands are brittle
So Grandpa sits in the kitchen and diddles
BRIDGE:
Well if this old fiddle could talk
If this old fiddle could sing
Man if this old fiddle could talk
It could tell you some wondrous things
When I look outside my window
There's a world of color I see
Fiddle-de-de, outside my window
There's a world of color I see
Rainbow, rainbow
a horse, oh and there was a fiddle
Oh was there a moon too
Yeah I think so
Oh I know it, listen
Hey diddle diddle
The cat and the fiddle
The cow jumped over
I bought me a cat and the cat pleased me.
I fed my cat under yonder tree.
Cat goes fiddle-i-fee.
I bought me a hen and the hen pleased me.
I fed
without killing the buzz
I'll play second fiddle to this middling mood
See how I'm sapping the energy out of the room
Mechanism's built to cope
Afraid
Every time I hear a fiddle and it's cookin' just a little
Well, it makes me want to jump up and run
And if he's sawing with some soul boogie woogie
he come across a young man sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And said "Boy, let me tell you what"
I bet
When he came upon this young man
Sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot
And the devil jumped
Up on a hickory stump
And said, "boy, let me tell you
When he came across this young man
Sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And said, "boy let me tell you
charm, thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
When the sun's coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
And life ain't
ready to go.
Late in the evening, about sundown,
High on the hill, an' above the town,
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang,
You could
High fiddle high fiddle low fiddle low
There's a ghost bound in my soul
High fiddle high fiddle low fiddle low
There's a cold blade on my crow
O rattlin' roarin ' Willie
Oh he held to the fair
An' for to sell his fiddle
An' buy some other ware
But partin' wi' his fiddle
The saut tear
When the train pulled into the station
Rolled up his sleeves, rosined up his bow
Fiddle upside down, orange blossom special
'Cause if you want
When the train pulled into the station
Rolled up his sleeves, rosined up his bow
Fiddle upside down, orange blossom special
'Cause if you want
another round
And tell them it's on me
And ask them to do me one more favor please
Let that lonesome fiddle man take the lead
He gets the kind
When the train pulled into the station
He rolled up his sleeve, rosined up his bow
Fiddle upside-down, Orange Blossom Special
If you want to make
When the train pulled into the station
He rolled up his sleeve, rosined up his bow
Fiddle upside-down, Orange Blossom Special
If you want to make
Make my bed
With a crease in the middle
Make my home
In the Hollywood of shills
And I make my living
With a hillbilly fiddle
Playing littel
missing a beat
When seven Spanish angels come to carry me home
The steel stops cryin' and the fiddle's all gone
When Texas runs outta Strait
ready to go.
Late in the evening, about sundown,
High on the hill, an' above the town,
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang,
You could hear it
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