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2009Writer: Michael Martin Murphey, Norman, RainsWhen the fiddlin'' man came to our townSister dressed up in her prettiest gownMama told sister don''t be hanging aroundThat no good fiddlin'' nan''Cause a fiddlin'' man he ain''t on the levelHe''ll fiddle like an angel act like a devilSister wouldn''t listen she was a rebelShe liked that fiddlin'' manShe went to the dance stayed all night longMama waited up ''til the break of dawnSun comin'' up, mama said she''s goneOff with that fiddlin'' manSister ran off with a fiddlin'' manMama threw a fit bangin'' pots and pansSaid she''d better never ever get her handsOn that no good fiddlin'' manSo, I bought me a fiddle and I got me a bowAnd I practiced in the woods where mama wouldn''t knowKnew she''d never ever let me goOff to be a fiddlin'' manAnd the leaves and the wind would dance and twirlAs I played for the rabbits and played for the squirrelsCouldn''t wait ''til I played for the girlsHad to be a fiddlin'' manAnd late one night, when the moon was lowI packed my fiddle and I packed my bowMama found a note and said ''Oh, no''He''s gone to be a fiddlin'' manAnd I ran off to be a fiddlin'' manMama threw a fit bangin'' pots and pansSaid she''d better never ever get her handsOn that no good fiddlin'' manWell then, one night when I started to playI saw a pretty gal looking my wayShe was dancing with her brotherAnd I heard her say, ''I like that fiddlin'' man.''Now, her little brother was about knee highLooked at the fiddle with a gleam in his eyeSaid to me, ''Sir, I''d sure like to tryTo 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 goOff to be a fiddlin'' man.''So, I had an old fiddle that I never did playSister winked when I gave it awayAin''t no doubt what mama''s gonna sayThat no good fiddlin'' manAnd brother ran off with a fiddlin'' manMama threw a fit bangin'' pots and pansSaid she''d better never ever get her handsOn that no good fiddlin'' manAnd his sister ran off with a fiddlin'' manMama threw a fit bangin'' pots and pansSaid she''d better never ever get her handsOn that no good fiddlin'' manInstrumental