Let me tell you a tale about a spry old man
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Guess he's as old as the hills
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He's the favorite fiddler for miles and miles around
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And plays for all the good quadrilles
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Every Saturday night all the folks stop in and tune
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The whole town is ready to go
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While the fellers chose their partners and the caller taps the jug
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And the old man puts the rosen to the bow
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You could hear Uncle Ben yellin' do-si-do
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Swing that gal in the calico
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The Old Fiddler
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Bill Monroe |