Michael Martin Murphey - Fiddlin' Man lyrics
Fiddlin' Man
(1986)
When the Fiddlin' Man came to
our town
Sister dressed up in her prettiest
gown
Momma told sister don't be hanging
around
That no good Fiddlin' Man
Cause a Fiddlin' Man he ain't
on the level
He'll fiddle like an angel act
like a devil
Sister wouldn't listen she was
a rebel
She liked that Fiddlin' Man
She went to the dance stayed
all night long
Momma waited up 'til the break
of dawn
Momma found a letter and said
she's gone
Off with that Fiddlin' Man
Sister ran off with a Fiddlin'
Man
Momma threw a fit bangin' pots
and pans
Said she'd better never ever
get her hands
On that no good Fiddlin' Man
So I bought me a fiddle and I
got me a bow
Practiced in the woods where
Momma wouldn't know
Knew she'd never ever let me
go
Off to be a Fiddlin' Man
And the leaves and the wind would
dance and twirl
As I played for the rabbits and
played for the squirrels
Couldn't wait 'til
I played for the girls
Had to be a Fiddlin' Man
And late one night when the moon
was low
I packed my fiddle and I packed
my bow
Momma found a note and said "Oh
no!"
He's gone to be a Fiddlin' Man
And I ran off to be a Fiddlin'
Man
Momma threw a fit bangin' pots
and pans
Said she'd better never ever
get her hands
On that no good Fiddlin' Man
Well then one night when I started
to play
I saw a pretty gal looking my
way
She was dancing with her brother
And I heard her day I like that
Fiddlin' Man
Now her little brother was about
knee high
Looked at the fiddle with a gleam
in his eye
Said to me sir, I'd sure like
to try
To learn to be a fiddling man
I said son, there's a whole lot
a boys gotta know
Like chicken in the briar patch
squawking at the crow
He said I don't care I just got
to go
Off to be a Fiddlin' Man
So I had an old fiddle that I
never did play
Sister winked when I gave it
away
Ain't no doubt what momma's gonna
say
That no good Fiddlin' Man
And brother ran off with a Fiddlin'
Man
Momma threw a fit bangin' pots
and pans
Said she'd better never ever
get her hands
On that no good Fiddlin' Man
And his sister ran off with a
Fiddlin' Man
Momma threw a fit bangin' pots
and pans
Said she'd better never ever
get her hands
On that no good Fiddlin' Man
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