
Date of issue: 31.12.1977
Song language: English
Don't Cuss the Fiddle |
I scandalized my brother while admitting that he sang some pretty songs |
I’d heard that he’d been scandalizing me and Lord I knew that that was wrong |
Now I’m looking at it over somethin’cool and feeling fool enough to see |
What I had called my brother on now he had every right to call on me Don’t ever cuss that fiddle boy unless you want that fiddle out of tune |
That picker there in trouble boy ain’t nothin’but another side of you |
If we ever get to heaven boys it ain’t because we ain’t done nothin’wrong |
We’re in this gig together so let’s settle down and steal each other’s song |
I found a wounded brother drinkin’bitterly away the afternoon |
And soon enough he turned one me like he’d done every face in that saloon |
Well we cussed him to the ground and said he couldn’t even steal a decent song |
But soon as it was spoken we was sad enough to wish that we were wrong |
Don’t ever cuss that fiddle… |
I know that it sounds silly but I think that I just stole somebody’s song |
She’s a good timin’woman in love with a good timin’man |
And she loves him inspite of the ways that she don’t understand |