Lyrics:

I Scandalized My Brotherwhile Admittin'' That He Sang Some Pretty Songs (And He Did)i''d Heard That He''d Been Scandalizing Meand, Lord, I Knew That That Was Wrong (And I Was)now I''m Lookin'' At It Oversomething Cool And Feelin'' Fool Enough To Seewhat I Had Called My Brother Onnow He Had Every Right To Call On Mechorusdon''t Ever Cuss That Fiddle, Boyunless You Want That Fiddle Out Of Tunethat Picker There In Trouble, Boyain''t Nothin'' But Another Side Of Youif We Ever Get To Heaven, Boysit Ain''t Because We Ain''t Done Nothin'' Wrongwe''re In This Gig Togetherso Let''s Settle Down And Steal Each Other''s Songsi Found A Wounded Brotherdrinkin'' Bitterly Away The Afternoonand Soon Enough He Turned On Melike He''d Done Every Face In That Saloonwell, We Cussed Him To The Groundand Said He Couldn''t Even Steal A Decent Songbut Soon As It Was Spokenwe Was Sad Enough To Wish That We Were Wrongchorusdon''t Ever Cuss That Fiddle, Boyunless You Want That Fiddle Out Of Tunethat Picker There In Trouble, Boyain''t Nothin'' But Another Side Of Youif We Ever Get To Heaven, Boysit Ain''t Because We Ain''t Done Nothin'' Wrongwe''re In This Gig Togetherso Let''s Settle Down And Steal Each Other''s Songstagi Know That It Sounds Sillybut I Think That I Just Stole Somebody''s Songdon Williams Williams - Hank Williams Harlan