Make my bed with a crease in the middle
Make my home in the Hollywood of shills
And I make my living with a hillbilly fiddle
Playing little runs with the funny little fills

Well got me a gal from playing on my fiddle
And the farder that I fiddle the harder that she comes along
But we gotta get happy when we wiggle in the middle
That’s when I know that I want to come home

Play, fiddle, play
All day long I hear you screaming at mt
Way far away in the yard

Well, I wrote this song
With a vamp in the middle
And I knew when I wrote it
That I’d written it for the fiddle

Play, fiddle, play
All day long I hear you screaming at me
Way far away in the yard