Sawin’ on the Strings

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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 sawing on the strings

So get out the fiddle and rosin up the bow
Look at ol’ Will a tappin’ his toe
We’ll make music til the rafters ring
Old man pickin’ and a sawin’ on the strings

When the neighbors had a shindig and they all had viddles 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 ol’ 5 string until the break of day

So tune up the five string tighten up the hide
Tell all the young folks to get inside
We’ll make music til the rafters ring
Old man pickin’ and a sawin on the strings