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Way back in the mountains Way back in the hills There used to live a mountianeer They called him fiddlin' Will He could play most anything And some say he could sing But the one thing that he liked to do best Was sawing on the strings So get out the fiddle And rosin up the bow Look at ol' Will a pattin' his toe We'll make music til the rafters ring All that pickin' and a sawin on the string When the neighbors had a shindig And they all had viddles to eat We'd always have to wait on Will To make the frolic complete When he comes down from the mountain All the gals began to sway Sometimes he'd pick that ol' 5 string Until the break of day So tune up the 5 string Tighten up the hyde SongtexteTell all the hill folks to get inside All them pickin' and a sawing on the string So tune up the 5 string Tighten up the hyde Tell all the hill folks to get inside All them pickin' and a sawing on the string Aus Songtexte Mania