Lyrics:
rocking in his rocking chair
Grandma's pretty when she lets down her hair
Her hair comes down, her dress goes up
She grabs a fiddle and she fiddles
forms
Here is a modest example)
First you get down on your knees
Fiddle with your rosaries
Bow your head with great respect
And genuflect, genuflect,
Bird on a wire with a pocketful of holes
Broken down fiddle and a two haired bow
Headful of melodies nobody knows
How he landed in a poor man's
subliminal and speaking in riddles I fiddle with mics don't fiddle Dance with the Devil man but I heard he can turn $10 to a hundred grand that got me thinking
around on the fiery ground
Devil gonna fiddle out a bluegrass sound
A ruckus that'd made Charlie Daniels proud
They play country songs in heaven
But in
BACK ROADS OF MY MIND
I CAN STILL SEE THAT OLE CROOKED CLOTHES LINE
SHEETS BLOWIN IN THE WARM SUNSHINE
GRANDPA WITH HIS FIDDLE ON THE FRONT PORCH
To the Jordan river
Across the sand, To the pearly gates
By Saint Peter, On a cloudless day
I'm gonna wait on Jesus, He's gonna lead the way
(Banjotriple fiddle
break the fiddle's neck
Silence every singer, quiet now on deck
Ashes to ashes, dust turn into dust,
As thou returneth to the grave, out of which thou
And hold my woman tight
Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle
Ord's on the guitar Ross on the fiddle
Pull down your hat, keep your mind in the middle
Raise
three.
Every fiddler he had a fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he
Oh there's none so rare, as can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three.
them
'Cause I drank away all my money
I'm in a good mood, I'm singing
I fiddle your songs
I'm in a good mood, I'm singing
I fiddle your songs
of clam chowder
Just see me reach for dat Newfie Screech when they diddle up the fiddle jig louder
Hear the French girls sing and da guitars ring
and a rollin to the jitterbug jive
He played the accordion, the saxophone, the fiddle and the trumpet
And the slide trombone!
Come and listen to the music
He was born in ol' New Brunswick
In the early part of may nineteen nine
Six years old he played the fiddle
At the barn dance on the old York county
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
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
and I fall,
Oh, my friend,
How did you come?
To trade the fiddle for the drum.
You say I have turned,
Like the enemies you've earned,
But I can remember,
The song that their playing, it’s older than a stone
I feel it in my heart, I feel it in my bones
The fiddle’s like a singer but the singers nearly
fiddle
Or the bend of them pedal steel strings
Feel the chicken pickin' of a banjo
Or the sound when that harmonica sangs
Old school, country legends
the other crow a riddle.
One crow asked the other crow a riddle:
The muttering crow
Asked the stuttering crow,
Why does a bee have a sword to his fiddle
it right
Ironic, make livin' off riddles
Work hard, I can't play second fiddle (nah)
No, I cannot play second fiddle
I told my demons, I can't
‘k Heb lange tijd gezocht en nu gevonden
Een ritme dat werkt als medicijn
Bas drum en fiddle werken als een wondermiddel
Ik noem het het ritme van
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