Sawing On The Strings lyrics

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Artist: Alison Krauss
Album: A Hundred Miles Or More: A Collection

Lyrics

Sawing on the strings

Way back in the mountains, way back in the hills
There used to live a mountaineer, 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 sawin' on the strings

So tune up the fiddle, rosin up the bow
Look at ol' will, a-pattin' his toe
He'll make music 'til the rafters ring
Ol' man pickin' an' sawin' on the strings

When the neighbors had a shindig, an' they all had vittles to eat
We always had to wait on will for the frolic to be complete
When he comes down from the mountains all the gals begin to sway
Sometimes he pick the old five-string, tune til the break of the day

So tune up the five-string, tighten up the hide
Tell all the young folks to get inside
He'll make music 'til the rafters ring
Ol' man pickin' an' sawin' on the strings

So tune up the five-string, tighten up the hide
Tell all the young folks to get inside
He'll make music til the rafters ring
Ol' man pickin' an' sawin' on the strings