歌曲 | Fiddlin' Man |
歌手 | Michael Martin Murphey |
专辑 | Buckaroo Bluegrass |
作曲 : Murphey, Norman, Rains | |
When the fiddlin' man came to our town | |
Sister dressed up in her prettiest gown | |
Momma told sister don't be hanging around | |
That no good fiddlin' nan' | |
Cause a fiddlin' man he ain't on the level | |
He'll fiddle like an angel act like a devil | |
Sister wouldn't listen she was a rebel | |
She liked that fiddlin' man | |
She went to the dance stayed all night long | |
Momma waited up 'til the break of dawn | |
Momma found a letter and said she's gone | |
Off with that fiddlin' man | |
Sister ran off with a fiddlin' man | |
Momma threw a fit bangin' pots and pans | |
Said she'd better never ever get her hands | |
On that no good fiddlin' man | |
So I bought me a fiddle and | |
I got me a bow | |
Practiced in the woods where | |
Momma wouldn't know | |
Knew she'd never ever let me go | |
Off to be a fiddlin' man | |
And the leaves and the wind would dance and twirl | |
As I played for the rabbits and played for the squirrels | |
Couldn't wait 'til | |
I played for the girls | |
Had to be a fiddlin' man | |
And late one night when the moon was low | |
I packed my fiddle and | |
I packed my bow | |
Momma found a note and said "Oh, no" | |
He's gone to be a fiddlin' man | |
And I ran off to be a fiddlin' man | |
Momma threw a fit bangin' pots and pans | |
Said she'd better never ever get her hands | |
On that no good fiddlin' man | |
Well then one night when | |
I started to play | |
I saw a pretty gal looking my way | |
She was dancing with her brother | |
And I heard her day | |
I like that fiddlin' man | |
Now her little brother was about knee high | |
Looked at the fiddle with a gleam in his eye | |
Said to me sir, | |
I'd sure like to try | |
To 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 go | |
Off to be a fiddlin' man | |
So I had an old fiddle that | |
I never did play | |
Sister winked when | |
I gave it away | |
Ain't no doubt what momma's gonna say | |
That no good fiddlin' man | |
And brother ran off with a fiddlin' man | |
Momma threw a fit bangin' pots and pans | |
Said she'd better never ever get her hands | |
On that no good fiddlin' man | |
And his sister ran off with a fiddlin' man | |
Momma threw a fit bangin' pots and pans | |
Said she'd better never ever get her hands | |
On that no good fiddlin' man |
zuò qǔ : Murphey, Norman, Rains | |
When the fiddlin' man came to our town | |
Sister dressed up in her prettiest gown | |
Momma told sister don' t be hanging around | |
That no good fiddlin' nan' | |
Cause a fiddlin' man he ain' t on the level | |
He' ll fiddle like an angel act like a devil | |
Sister wouldn' t listen she was a rebel | |
She liked that fiddlin' man | |
She went to the dance stayed all night long | |
Momma waited up ' til the break of dawn | |
Momma found a letter and said she' s gone | |
Off with that fiddlin' man | |
Sister ran off with a fiddlin' man | |
Momma threw a fit bangin' pots and pans | |
Said she' d better never ever get her hands | |
On that no good fiddlin' man | |
So I bought me a fiddle and | |
I got me a bow | |
Practiced in the woods where | |
Momma wouldn' t know | |
Knew she' d never ever let me go | |
Off to be a fiddlin' man | |
And the leaves and the wind would dance and twirl | |
As I played for the rabbits and played for the squirrels | |
Couldn' t wait ' til | |
I played for the girls | |
Had to be a fiddlin' man | |
And late one night when the moon was low | |
I packed my fiddle and | |
I packed my bow | |
Momma found a note and said " Oh, no" | |
He' s gone to be a fiddlin' man | |
And I ran off to be a fiddlin' man | |
Momma threw a fit bangin' pots and pans | |
Said she' d better never ever get her hands | |
On that no good fiddlin' man | |
Well then one night when | |
I started to play | |
I saw a pretty gal looking my way | |
She was dancing with her brother | |
And I heard her day | |
I like that fiddlin' man | |
Now her little brother was about knee high | |
Looked at the fiddle with a gleam in his eye | |
Said to me sir, | |
I' d sure like to try | |
To 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 go | |
Off to be a fiddlin' man | |
So I had an old fiddle that | |
I never did play | |
Sister winked when | |
I gave it away | |
Ain' t no doubt what momma' s gonna say | |
That no good fiddlin' man | |
And brother ran off with a fiddlin' man | |
Momma threw a fit bangin' pots and pans | |
Said she' d better never ever get her hands | |
On that no good fiddlin' man | |
And his sister ran off with a fiddlin' man | |
Momma threw a fit bangin' pots and pans | |
Said she' d better never ever get her hands | |
On that no good fiddlin' man |