Lyrics Fiddler's Inn - Whitey Morgan and the 78's

Fiddler's Inn

There’s a picker in 149
He’s drinkin' and wastin' his time
He came here to write
But it just ain’t his night
Once again
Tonight at the Fiddler’s Inn
There’s a needle in 235
It’s keeping a young girl alive
She’ll open the door
For two or three or four
Different men
All night at the Fiddler’s Inn
There’s heroes and demons
Excuses and reasons
Hard times and white lines
Redemption and sin
Nobody knows
How their stories might end
Tonight at the Fiddler’s Inn
There’s liars and cheaters and whores
Drunkards and men of the Lord
They all want a change
And just find a place
To fit in
So tonight, it’s the Fiddler’s Inn
There’s heroes and demons
Excuses and reasons
Hard times and white lines
Redemption and sin
Nobody knows
How the stories might end
Tonight at the Fiddler’s Inn
Tonight, it’s the Fiddler’s Inn
There’s a picker in 149