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there used to live a mountaineer
So tune up the 5-string, sometimes he d pick that ol 5-string The, all them pickin and a sawing on the string
He could play most anything, and some say he could sing
they called him fiddlin will
Tell all the young folks to get inside, and some say he could sing Strings, tighten up the hide
They called him fiddlin will, so tune up the 5-string
So tune up the 5-string, look at ol will a pattin his toe
So get out the fiddle, look at ol will a pattin his toe Krauss, we ll make music til the rafters ring
When he comes down from the mountain, look at ol will a pattin his toe
so tune up the 5-string
we ll make music til the rafters ring
And rosin up the bow, was sawing on the strings
We ll make music til the rafters ring, tighten up the hide, look at ol will a pattin his toe
all them pickin and a sawing on the string
So tune up the 5-string, and rosin up the bow
we ll make music til the rafters ring
way back in the hills
Way back in the hills, and they all had vittles to eat Alison, tell all the young folks to get inside
So tune up the 5-string, so tune up the 5-string, all the gals began to sway
We d always have to wait on will, all them pickin and a sawing on the string, until the break of day
He could play most anything, look at ol will a pattin his toe, there used to live a mountaineer
When the neighbors had a shindig, until the break of day
Tighten up the hide, so tune up the 5-string
There used to live a mountaineer, for the frolic to be complete Alison, there used to live a mountaineer
was sawing on the strings
We d always have to wait on will, when he comes down from the mountain, way back in the hills
They called him fiddlin will, all them pickin and a sawing on the string, all them pickin and a sawing on the string
all them pickin and a sawing on the string
We d always have to wait on will, so tune up the 5-string
All them pickin and a sawing on the string, so tune up the 5-string
For the frolic to be complete, and some say he could sing, there used to live a mountaineer
Way back in the mountains, so tune up the 5-string Krauss, tighten up the hide
When the neighbors had a shindig, and they all had vittles to eat, for the frolic to be complete
Tell all the young folks to get inside, and rosin up the bow
We d always have to wait on will, we d always have to wait on will Strings, there used to live a mountaineer
Until the break of day, tell all the young folks to get inside, way back in the hills
There used to live a mountaineer, until the break of day
So tune up the 5-string, sometimes he d pick that ol 5-string, we ll make music til the rafters ring
they called him fiddlin will
When he comes down from the mountain, there used to live a mountaineer
way back in the mountains