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rosined up his bow Then he pulled the bow across the strings And it made an evil hiss And a band of demons joined in And it sounded something like
on the porch of that cabin Watched 'em all go to Texas in a covered wagon He pulled out his fiddle and he rosined up his bow And he played a little tune
is the closest thing to being free Now he's a rosined, he's rigging, he's laid back his wages He's dead set on riding on the big rodeo And my
rosined up his bow Then he pulled the bow across the strings And it made an evil hiss And a band of demons joined in And it sounded something like
rosined up the bow And he played an old song called "Cotten Eyed Joe" And they danced all night on a hard wood floor to the redneck fiddlin' man
I'll start this show And fire flew from his finger tips as he rosined up his bow And he pulled his bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss
rosined up his bow Then he pulled the bow across the strings And it made an evil hiss And a band of demons joined in And it sounded something like
When the train pulled into the station Rolled up his sleeves, rosined up his bow Fiddle upside down, orange blossom special 'Cause if you want
the closest thing to being free He rosined his riggin' he laid back his wages he's dead set on ridin' the big rodeos My woman's tight with an overdue baby
When the train pulled into the station Rolled up his sleeves, rosined up his bow Fiddle upside down, orange blossom special 'Cause if you want
rosined up his bow And he pulled the bow across the strings And it made an evil hiss Then a band of demons joined in And it sounded something like
When the train pulled into the station He rolled up his sleeve, rosined up his bow Fiddle upside-down, Orange Blossom Special If you want to make
When the train pulled into the station He rolled up his sleeve, rosined up his bow Fiddle upside-down, Orange Blossom Special If you want to make
And he watched 'em all go to Texas in a covered wagon He pulled out his fiddle and he rosined up his bow And he played a little tune called the New Cut
opened up his case, and said, "I'll start this show" And fire flew from his finger tips as he rosined up his bow When he pulled that bow across
the closest thing to being free He rosined his riggin' He laid back his wages He's dead set on ridin' the big rodeos My woman's tight with an overdue baby
rosined up his bow Then he pulled the bow across the strings And it made an evil hiss And a band of demons joined in And it sounded something like
gets your soul The devil opened up his case and he said, "I'll start this show" And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow He
As would bind the looms of luck Wame to grave by coin and stave The bladeÂ's edge and the cup As young as I remember ItÂ's rosined in the bow And the tune
the Devil gets your soul The devil opened up his case And he said, ?I'll start this show? And fire flew from his fingertips As he rosined up his bow
rosined up his bow Then he pulled the bow across the strings And it made an evil hiss And a band of demons joined in And it sounded something like
the devil gets your soul The devil opened up his case and he said, "I'll start this show" And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow
the devil gets your soul. The devil opened up his case and he said, "I'll start this show." And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow.
the closest thing to being free He rosined his riggin he laid back his wages he's dead cert on ridin' the big rodeos My woman's tight with an overdue baby
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