Sawing On The Strings

Way back in the mountains
Way back in the hills
There used to live a mountianeer
They called him fiddlinWill
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 olWill a pattinhis toe
Well make music til the rafters ring
All that pickinand a sawin on the string
When the neighbors had a shindig
And they all had viddles to eat
Wed always have to wait on Will
To make the frolic complete
When he comes down from the mountain
All the gals began to sway
Sometimes hed pick that ol5string
Until the break of day
So tune up the 5string
Tighten up the hyde
Tell all the hill folks to get inside
All them pickinand a sawing on the string
So tune up the 5string
Tighten up the hyde
Tell all the hill folks to get inside
All them pickinand a sawing on the string