Lyrics:
The loving you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find you
(it's outta sight)
So fiddle-lee-dee fiddle-lee-dum
Look out baby 'cause here I come
of his knapsack a fiddle he drew
And the tune that he played made the valleys to ring
Oh hark, cried the maiden, hear the nightingales sing
Oh
shooting son-of-a-gun from Arizona
Fit as a fiddle and ready for love
He always sings raggy music to the cattle
As he swings back and forward in
The loving you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find you
(it's outta sight)
So fiddle-lee-dee fiddle-lee-dum
Look out baby 'cause here I come
shooting son-of-a-gun from Arizona
Fit as a fiddle and ready for love
He always sings raggy music to the cattle
As he swings back and forward in
shooting son-of-a-gun from Arizona
Fit as a fiddle and ready for love
He always sings raggy music to the cattle
As he swings back and forward in
The loving you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find you
(it's outta sight)
So fiddle-lee-dee fiddle-lee-dum
Look out baby 'cause here I come
I don't mean to be the kitty in the middle
But he's playing you second fiddle
Jack's been nimble
Jack's been quick
The way he treats you makes me
Down in Stoneville, Mississippi
You can sure have fun
Harley Walker's got a fiddle
And Harley's brother's got a gun
All the neighbors start to gather
The loving you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find you
(it's outta sight)
So fiddle-lee-dee fiddle-lee-dum
Look out baby 'cause here I come
shooting son-of-a-gun from Arizona
Fit as a fiddle and ready for love
He always sings raggy music to the cattle
As he swings back and forward in
of the ocean
For I have got a notion to
[CHORUS]
Dance to the fiddles in the rhythm of the reels
Dance to the life and the love that you feel
Dance to the song
But you can't run away from your feet
Part your hair in the middle
Play an old fiddle
Play the old pieces very sweet
Pull an old bow
Not fast
Hey diddle do, the cat played the fiddle
And the cow jumped over the moon
No kid, I swear that they did
Couldn't get to you too soon
You know,
The loving you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find you
(it's outta sight)
So fiddle-lee-dee fiddle-lee-dum
Look out baby 'cause here I come
shooting son-of-a-gun from Arizona
Fit as a fiddle and ready for love
He always sings raggy music to the cattle
As he swings back and forward in
The loving you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find you
(it's outta sight)
So fiddle-lee-dee fiddle-lee-dum
Look out baby 'cause here I come
The loving you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find you
(it's outta sight)
So fiddle-lee-dee fiddle-lee-dum
Look out baby 'cause here I come
the mornin' I'm a-givin' you a warnin'
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Hey diddle diddle, I am playin' my fiddle
Ain't got nothin' to lose
Roll over
Lord, it's the same old tune, fiddle and guitar
Where do we take it from here?
Rhinestone suits and new shiny cars
It's been the same way for
When you hear twin fiddles and a steel guitar
You're listenin' to the sound of the American heart
And Opry music on a Saturday night
Brings
cocktails |With some good ole fashioned shine|Some Joy of Cooking eggnog|To chase the mulled red wine||And we'll start sawin' on the fiddle |Hammerin'
be a but stringy, but then of
course it's fiddle player.
Todd: [Spoken]
That's not fiddle player, that's piccolo player.
Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]
How
so love me just a little baby, im here on my knees
my heart plays like a fiddle baby but all you do is tease and
im begging please
you never said you
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