Make my bed with a crease in the middle
Make my home in a hollow in the hills (or "Hollywoodish 
hills" or "Hollywood of shills")
Make my livin' on a hillbilly fiddle
Playin' little runs and the funny (or "funky") little 
fills.

Well, I got me a gal from playin' on the fiddle
And the harder that I fiddle, the harder that she comes 
along;
And I (or "but we") gotta get happy, when we wiggle in 
the middle,
'Cause that's when I know they're gonna (or "I want to") 
come home.

CHORUS: Play, fiddle, play.
All day long, I hear you screamin' at me 
Way far away in the yard.

Well, I wrote this song with a vamp in the middle,
And I knew when I wrote it, that I'd written it for the 
fiddle. CHORUS