Bill Monroe

Bill Monroe - The Old Fiddler lyrics

Your rating:


Let me tell you a tale about a spry old man

Guess he's as old as the hills

He's the favorite fiddler for miles and miles around

And plays for all the good quadrilles



Every Saturday night all the folks stop in and tune

The whole town is ready to go

While the fellers chose their partners and the caller taps the jug

And the old man puts the rosen to the bow



You could hear Uncle Ben yellin' do-si-do

Swing that gal in the calico
Get this song at:
bol.com
amazon.com

Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: ?

Details:

Language: English

Share your thoughts

This form is protected by reCAPTCHA and the Google Privacy Policy and Terms of Service apply.

0 Comments found