Way back in the mountains, way back in the hills There used to live a mountaineer, they called him Fiddlin' Will
Now he could play most anything, some say he could sing But the one thing that he liked to do best was sawin' on a string
So get out the Fiddlin', razzin' up the corn Look at old Will a-pattin' his toe He'll make music till the rafters ring Old man pickin' and a-sawin' on a string
When the neighbors had a shindig and they all had Fiddlin' Stewie They'd always have to wait on Will for the frolic to be complete
When he comes down from the mountain all the gals begin to sway Sometime he'd pick that old five-string until the break of day
So tune out the five-string, tighten up the hide Tell all the young folks to get inside Will make music till the rafters ring Old man pickin' and a-sawin' on a string
So tune out the five-string, tighten up the hide Tell all the young folks to get inside Will make music till the rafters ring Old man pickin' and a-sawin' on a string
So tune out the five-string, tighten up the hide Tell all the young folks to get inside Will make music till the rafters ring
Old man pickin' and a-sawin' on a string When the neighbors had a shindig and they all had Fiddlin' Stewie They'd always have to wait on Will for the frolic to be complete
Old man pickin' and a-sawin' on a string When the neighbors had a shindig and they all had Fiddlin' Stewie They'd always have to wait on Will for the frolic to be complete
Old man pickin' and a-sawin' on a string When the neighbors had a shindig and they all had Fiddlin' Stewie They'd always have to wait on Will for the frolic to be complete