Sawin On The Strings

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Way back in the mountains
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Way back in the hills
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There used to live a mountianeer
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They called him Fiddlin' Will
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He could play most anything
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And some say he could sing
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But the one thing that he liked to 
do best
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Was sawing on the strings..


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So get out the fiddle
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And rosin up the bow
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Look at ol' Will a pattin' his toe
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We'll make music til the rafters 
ring
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and ol' man pickin and a sawin on 
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the string.

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When the neighbors had a shindig
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And they all had viddles to eat
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We'd always have to wait on Will
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For the frolic to be complete
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When he comes down from the mountain
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All the gals began to sway
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Sometimes he'd pick that ol' 5 
string
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Until the break of day.


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So tune up the 5 string
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Tighten up the hyde
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Tell all the young ones to get 
inside
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We'll make music till the rafters 
ring
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And ol man pickin' and a sawing on
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 the string.

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    A
So tune up the 5 string
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Tighten up the hyde
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Tell all the young ones to get 
inside
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We'll make music till the rafters 
ring
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And ol man pickin' and a sawing on 
the
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string...