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Way back in the mountains
Way back in the hills
There used to live a mountaineer
They called him Fiddlin' Will
He could play most anything
And some say he could sing
But the one thing that he liked to do best
Was sawing on the strings
So get out the fiddle
And rosin up the bow
Look at ol' Will a pattin' his toe
We'll make music til the rafters ring
All that pickin' and a sawin on the strings
When the neighbors had a shindig
And they all had vittles to eat
We'd always have to wait on Will
For the frolic to be complete
When he comes down from the mountain
All the gals began to sway
Sometimes he'd pick that ol' 5-string
Until the break of day
So tune up the 5-string
Tighten up the hide
Tell all the young folks to get inside
We'll make music til the rafters ring
All them pickin' and a sawing on the string
So tune up the 5-string
Tighten up the hide
Tell all the young folks to get inside
We'll make music til the rafters ring
All them pickin' and a sawing on the string
- Album:
- Windy City
- Mud On The Tires
- New Favorite
- Appalachian Journey
- Forget About It
- So Long So Wrong
- I Know Who Holds Tomorrow
- Every Time You Say Goodbye
- Too Late To Cry
- Different Strokes
- Miscellaneous
- Lonely Runs Both Ways
- A Hundred Miles Or More
- Country Sings Disney
- Non-Album Releases
- O Brother, Where Art Thou? (Soundtrack)
- Les Grands Tubes Du Cinéma Vol.1
- O Brother, Where Art Thou? (10th Anniversary Deluxe Edition)
- A Hundred Miles or More: A Collection
- The Rounder Records Story