| Make my bed
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| With a crease in the middle
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| Make my home
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| In the Hollywood of shills
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| And I make my living
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| With a hillbilly fiddle
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| Playing littel runs
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| With the funny little fills
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| Well got me a gal
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| From playing on my fiddle
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| And the farder that I fiddle
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| The harder that she comes along
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| But we gotta get happy
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| When we wiggle in the middle
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| That’s when I know
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| That I want to come home
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| Play, fiddle, play
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| All day long I hear you screaming at mt
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| Way far away in the yard
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| Well, I wrote this song
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| With a vamp in the middle
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| And I knew when I wrote it
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| That I’d written it for the fiddle
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| Play, fiddle, play
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| All day long I hear you screaming at me
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| Way far away in the yard |