Fiddlin’ Joe Songtext
von Michael Cleveland and Flamekeeper

Back in the hole (home?) where I grew up
Times were bad and work was tough
We had enough
We had Fiddlin′ Joe
Fiddlin' Joe was a music man
He had fire in bow hand
We didn′t make other weekend plans
We'd hear Fiddlin' Joe

Play it so good, Fiddlin′ Joe
Play it fast play it slow
One more song before you go
Would you Fiddlin′ Joe


Play it so good, Fiddlin' Joe
Tomorrow we′ll be feeling low
Lit the fire and do-si-do
Take it from Fiddlin' Joe

Women would let their hair down
Men would pass the shine around
We defer to the sounds to the hands of Fiddlin′ Joe

Silent mountain desert smells
Soon we hear power of the pick
Troubles seem disappear on the bow of Fiddlin' Joe

Play it so good, Fiddlin′ Joe
Play it fast play it slow
One more song before you go
Would you Fiddlin' Joe

Play it so good, Fiddlin' Joe
Tomorrow we′ll be feeling low
Lit the fire and do-si-do

One more before you go
Play a good one Fiddlin′ Joe