Alison Krauss
Alison Krauss - Sawing On The Strings (with Union Station) lyrics
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Way back in the mountains Way back in the hills There used to live a mountianeer They called him 'Fiddling 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 rosing up the bow Look at ol' Will a-patting his toe We'll make music 'til the rafters ring All that picking and a-sawing on the string When the neighbors had a shindig And they all had viddles to eat We'd always have to wait on Will To the frolic to be complete When he comes down from the mountain All the gals began to sway Sometimes he'd pick that ol' 5 string Until the break of day So tune up the 5 string, tighten up the hyde Tell all the young folks to get inside We'll make music 'til the rafters ring All them picking and a-sawing on the string So tune up the 5 string, tighten up the hyde Tell all the young folks to get inside We'll make music 'til the rafters ring All them picking and a-sawing on the string