Fiddlin' man - Michael Martin Murphey

When the fiddlin' man came to our town

Sister dressed up in her prettiest gown

Momma told sister don’t be hanging around

That no good fiddlin' nan

'Cause a fiddlin' man he ain’t on the level

He’ll fiddle like an angel act like a devil

Sister wouldn’t listen she was a rebel

She liked that fiddlin' man

She went to the dance stayed all night long

Momma waited up 'til the break of dawn

Momma found a letter and said she’s gone

Off with that fiddlin' man

Sister ran off with a fiddlin' man

Momma threw a fit bangin' pots and pans

Said she’d better never ever get her hands

On that no good fiddlin' man

So I bought me a fiddle and I got me a bow

Practiced in the woods where

Momma wouldn’t know

Knew she’d never ever let me go

Off to be a fiddlin' man

And the leaves and the wind would dance and twirl

As I played for the rabbits and played for the squirrels

Couldn’t wait 'til I played for the girls

Had to be a fiddlin' man

And late one night when the moon was low

I packed my fiddle and I packed my bow

Momma found a note and said «Oh, no»

He’s gone to be a fiddlin' man

And I ran off to be a fiddlin' man

Momma threw a fit bangin' pots and pans

Said she’d better never ever get her hands

On that no good fiddlin' man

Well then one night when I started to play

I saw a pretty gal looking my way

She was dancing with her brother

And I heard her day I like that fiddlin' man

Now her little brother was about knee high

Looked at the fiddle with a gleam in his eye

Said to me sir, I’d sure like to try

To learn to be a fiddling man

I said son, there’s a whole lot a boys gotta know

Like chicken in the brier patch squawking at the crow

He said I don’t care I just got to go

Off to be a fiddlin' man

So I had an old fiddle that I never did play

Sister winked when I gave it away

Ain’t no doubt what momma’s gonna say

That no good fiddlin' man

And brother ran off with a fiddlin' man

Momma threw a fit bangin' pots and pans

Said she’d better never ever get her hands

On that no good fiddlin' man

And his sister ran off with a fiddlin' man

Momma threw a fit bangin' pots and pans

Said she’d better never ever get her hands

On that no good fiddlin' man