Got To Pay The Fiddler

(Michael Martin Murphey)

She crossed the Mississippi and she headed west

A hillbilly baby and a hot pink dress

She couldn't stand the slap of Daddy's razor strap no more

High heel shoes clicking down the street

Fishnet stockings and aching feet

She was bound and determined and determined not to be bound

To the life of a wife in a sleepy little sawmill town

 

Chorus:

If you want to be wild you better beware

It's a dangerous world out there

You roll the dice and take your chance

But you got to pay the fiddler if you want to dance.

 

Now one night in Vegas it was hot as hell

Now who should she meet but the devil himself

Lounging in the back of a long black limousine

Well he peeled a hundred off of his money roll

He said, "Honey, what's the price of a young girl's soul?"

He kept on peeling till she slipped in by his side

He said, "Come on honey, let's you and me take a ride."

 

Repeat Chorus

 

Tag:

You got to pay the fiddler if you want to dance

 

Suite 666 in a big hotel

He said, "Kick off your shoes, honey, rest a spell

I will be right back, just make yourself at home"

To kill a little time she turned the TV on

She heard a choir and a gospel song

But when the preacher started shouting she couldn't believe her eyes

It was her new sugar daddy preaching 'bout paradise

He said, "Send in your money, folks, everything got a price."

 

Repeat Chorus

Repeat Tag

 

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