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I ainât been but one little place and lived here all my life
I ainât known but one woman and now she is my wife
Never been further than up the road to the town and back again
Never known but a handful of folks and them I call my friends
Now Iâm going to leave here
Now Iâm going away
Keep my fiddle tuned for me
Iâll need it some sweet day
Well the preacher said to my only son Iâll sign you up for war
Youâll fight for your life far from your home and never come back no more
Well my only son come home one day and we buried him up the hill
Next to his auntie and old grandma and dear old uncle bill
Now Iâm going to leave here
Now Iâm going away
Keep my fiddle tuned for me
Iâll need it some sweet day
Now Iâm gonna go myself and see whatâs itâs all about
Whyâd they take a poor manâs son he was all I got
Whoâs pockets are filled with gold and they donât have to fight
Or leave home and say goodbye to their kids and worry on them all night
Now Iâm going to leave here
Now Iâm going away
Keep my fiddle tuned for me
Iâll need it some sweet day
I set up camp one day on the street where the rich man lived
He wonât come out and talk to me he donât have the time to give
Butâll call the cops and say roustaboutâs a-living on our place
So take him away and all his kind I donât wanna see his face
Now Iâm going to leave here
Now Iâm going away
Keep my fiddle tuned for me
Iâll need it some sweet day
I wished Iâd stayed to home and kept my son there too
You can give to the rich man all day long but heâll never give back to you
So they can call me roustabout and do it all they please
Never will I stop for them or get down on my knees
Now Iâm going to leave here
Now Iâm going away
Keep my fiddle tuned for me
Iâll need it some sweet day