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 Ol' man pickin' and sawin' on the strings
When the neighbors had a shindig And they all had viddles 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 begin 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 Ol' man pickin' and sawin' on the strings
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 Ol' man pickin' and sawin' on the strings
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