Make my bed With a crease in the middle Make my home In the Hollywood of shills And I make my living With a hillbilly fiddle Playing littel runs With the funny little fills
Well got me a gal From playing on my fiddle And the farder that I fiddle The harder that she comes along But we gotta get happy When we wiggle in the middle That's when I know That I want to come home
Play, fiddle, play All day long I hear you screaming at mt Way far away in the yard
Well, I wrote this song With a vamp in the middle And I knew when I wrote it That I'd written it for the fiddle
Play, fiddle, play All day long I hear you screaming at me Way far away in the yard