I make my livin' playin' fiddle I play it every night To tell the truth I'd fiddle, if I didn't make a dime And I sure like good liquor It makes me want to play Funny thing about the fiddle is It makes you wanna drink For a shot of homemade whiskey And a hundred dollar bill I'd burn the hair right off this bow And play the temperance reel I'll play one for the ladies So sweet they swoon and sway I'll play one for those I've loved And the one that got away I play it in the mountains And out on the western plains I’ll play it for my brother Who I'll never see again Play it high play it lonesome Like a mountain whippoorwill Let’s burn the rosin off of this bow And play the temperance reel If drinkin' and dancin' Is an awful dreadful sin, Then I know where I'm goin' Sure as I know where I've been This old fiddle bit me on the leg When I was 6 years old I guess I’m gonna play it 'Till the devil gets my soul I could play it all night long And never get my fill Let's lay that rhythm down boys And play the temperance reel
