Fiddlin Bill

Sitting in the sunshine sippin' on moonshine in the kentucky hills sat an old man with a fiddle in his hands they called him fiddlin bill He never left the hillside, he was born there and died in the kentuck hills This old man witha fiddle in his hands, they called him fiddlin bill ohhh old time fiddlin bill All day you could hear him play, Through the valleys and over the hills Although he's gone from his hillside home it seems I can hear him still Ohhhh old time fiddlin bill He could play boil the cabbage, the little leather britches and also katy hill He could play a waltz slow and the blues down low He could make you feel what he feeled One day I asked if he could read music and he looked at me with a grin He said he tried one time to read a note or line and never did try again Just couldn't comprehend All day you could hear him play, Through the valleys and over the hills Although he's gone from his hillside home it seems I can hear him still Ohhhh old time fiddlin bill