| When the fiddlin' man came to our town
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| Sister dressed up in her prettiest gown
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| Momma told sister don’t be hanging around
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| That no good fiddlin' nan
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| 'Cause a fiddlin' man he ain’t on the level
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| He’ll fiddle like an angel act like a devil
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| Sister wouldn’t listen she was a rebel
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| She liked that fiddlin' man
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| She went to the dance stayed all night long
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| Momma waited up 'til the break of dawn
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| Momma found a letter and said she’s gone
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| Off with that fiddlin' man
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| Sister ran off with a fiddlin' man
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| Momma threw a fit bangin' pots and pans
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| Said she’d better never ever get her hands
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| On that no good fiddlin' man
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| So I bought me a fiddle and I got me a bow
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| Practiced in the woods where
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| Momma wouldn’t know
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| Knew she’d never ever let me go
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| Off to be a fiddlin' man
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| And the leaves and the wind would dance and twirl
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| As I played for the rabbits and played for the squirrels
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| Couldn’t wait 'til I played for the girls
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| Had to be a fiddlin' man
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| And late one night when the moon was low
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| I packed my fiddle and I packed my bow
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| Momma found a note and said «Oh, no»
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| He’s gone to be a fiddlin' man
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| And I ran off to be a fiddlin' man
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| Momma threw a fit bangin' pots and pans
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| Said she’d better never ever get her hands
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| On that no good fiddlin' man
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| Well then one night when I started to play
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| I saw a pretty gal looking my way
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| She was dancing with her brother
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| And I heard her day I like that fiddlin' man
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| Now her little brother was about knee high
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| Looked at the fiddle with a gleam in his eye
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| Said to me sir, I’d sure like to try
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| To learn to be a fiddling man
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| I said son, there’s a whole lot a boys gotta know
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| Like chicken in the brier patch squawking at the crow
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| He said I don’t care I just got to go
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| Off to be a fiddlin' man
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| So I had an old fiddle that I never did play
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| Sister winked when I gave it away
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| Ain’t no doubt what momma’s gonna say
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| That no good fiddlin' man
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| And brother ran off with a fiddlin' man
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| Momma threw a fit bangin' pots and pans
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| Said she’d better never ever get her hands
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| On that no good fiddlin' man
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| And his sister ran off with a fiddlin' man
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| Momma threw a fit bangin' pots and pans
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| Said she’d better never ever get her hands
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| On that no good fiddlin' man |