Lyrics:
he heard those fiddles play
One look and then I knew this must be love
Oh that pinball machine was in the corner
Well he saw the lights and he had
lonesome for a friend
Darling you need never be there's always me
I don't seem to mind somehow playing second fiddle now
Someday you'll want me dear
off
With a barefoot ballad you just can't go wrong
Give me a honk-tonk fiddle with a guitar in the middle and a melody
Humming like a fountain
Nautical Wheelers who call themselves sailors
Play fiddle tunes under the stars
Petticoats rustle, workin' shoes scuffle
Shuffle on down
won't be my mother's jill,
I'll be a fiddler's wife and fiddle when I will.
It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring
Bumped his head and he
"Here's Johnny!" He says, and laughs in his special way
"...Johnny!" he says, you know I love him
"Here's Johnny!" he says, and "second fiddle" is his
Cotton-Eyed Joe?
Get out your fiddle, rosin' up your bow
Play an old tune called Cotton-Eyed Joe
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you
Mountain high
But it's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
When the sun goes down it's time to paint the town
That's when you hear those fiddles
early in 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'
can I expect an angel to love me
Who is so divine as you are
It's like flying without wings
Playing fiddle without strings
And a million other
of your fiddles, your harp or your lute
But there's nothing could sound like the Old Orange Flute.
But the treacherous scoundrel, he took us all in
For
well as long as you're pickin' it
I played this old harp 'til my mouth looka funny
It aint no fiddle but it sure makes more money
You'll live
invited to hear a long haired genius play.
So you can keep your fiddle and bow.
Give me a p-I-a-n-o o o.
I love to stop right beside an upright,
Or a high
invited
To hear that long haired genius play
So you can keep your fiddle and your bow
Give me a P-I-A-N-O, oh, oh
I love to stop right beside an upright
intellectual fools now
Listen to the youth
They stumble in the paths of darkness
Searching for the truth
No more hey diddle the cat and the fiddle
The cow jump
oh what music sweetheart music
what a great technique
every kiddo scratch his fiddle
until his arm gets weak
hes marvelous oh
youll be rarin
bass fiddle
Slap that bass
Slap it till its dizzy
Slap that bass
Keep the rhythm busy
Zoom zoom zoom
Misery, you've got to go
Slap that bass
fiddle ]
Roly Poly scrambled eggs for breakfast bread and jelly twenty times a day
Roly Poly eats a hardy dinner it takes lots of strength to run
white man gets the money
Take me back to Tulsa...
[ fiddle ]
Walk and talk to Suzy walk and talk to Suzy
Walk and talk to Suzy walk and talk to Suzy
I'm gonna buy another board and a pocketful of nails
For my little house on the hill
Well I'm fishin' in the middle...
[ fiddle ]
My pappy told
James!
Play the fiddle, Mr Lovelace!
Will he believe all those lies?
End up like me, with tears in his eyes?
I know, I know, I know, I know
and blues.
Well, it's early in 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
to the pep that emerges from the middle
Of the jazzy fiddle under his chin
Oh, what music
The clarineter could not be better
Hear that strain
I don't
Chorus:
On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down
And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune
And in the middle of the tune-o she
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