Fiddlin Bill

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Sitting in the sunshine sippin' on moonshine in the kentucky hills
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sat an old man with a fiddle in his hands they called him fiddlin bill
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He never left the hillside, he was born there and died in the kentuck hills
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This old man witha fiddle in his hands, they called him fiddlin bill
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ohhh old time fiddlin bill

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All day you could hear him play,
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Through the valleys and over the hills
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Although he's gone from his hillside home
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it seems I can hear him still
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Ohhhh old time fiddlin bill

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He could play boil the cabbage, the little leather britches and also katy hill
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He could play a waltz slow and the blues down low
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He could make you feel what he feeled

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One day I asked if he could read music and he looked at me with a grin
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He said he tried one time to read a note or line and never did try again
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Just couldn't comprehend

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All day you could hear him play,
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Through the valleys and over the hills
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Although he's gone from his hillside home
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it seems I can hear him still
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Ohhhh old time fiddlin bill