Way back in the mountains
Way back in the hills
There used to live a mountaineer
They called him Fiddlin' Will
He could play most anything
And some say he could sing
But the one thing that he liked to do best
Was sawin' on the strings
So get out the fiddle
And rosin up the bow
Look at ole Will a-pattin' his toe
We'll make music till the rafters ring
All that pickin' and a-sawin' on the strings
When the neighbors had a shindig
And they all had vittles to eat
We'd always have to wait on Will
For the frolic to be complete
When he comes down from the mountain
All the gals began to sway
Sometimes he'd pick that ole 5-string
Until the break of day
So tune up the 5-string
Tighten up the hide
Tell all the young folks to get inside
We'll make music till the rafters ring
All them pickin' and a-sawin' on the strings
So tune up the 5-string
Tighten up the hide
Tell all the young folks to get inside
We'll make music till the rafters ring
All them pickin' and a-sawin' on the strings
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