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I could paint the paper in the faded room 
Where grandpa passed away
But where would I hang the ole' fiddle 
He use to play and play

Yes! I will

Back Roads Of My Mind [Studio]

Southern Raiders Band

You Gotta Rock the House

2017

BACK ROADS OF MY MIND

I CAN STILL SEE THAT OLE CROOKED CLOTHES LINE 
SHEETS BLOWIN IN THE WARM SUNSHINE
GRANDPA WITH HIS FIDDLE ON THE FRONT PORCH

make me count the ways
You're causally complicit
Well I roped you first if that makes me worst
It makes you second gun
Cause you and me we're bandits

You, you you, you
You, you you you you, you

When they hear the word "love"
They dive in there head-first
I tell them to slow down, I want head first

The load will dwindle down and let you go

Many a man have had the same impasse
So you are not the first
Nor will you be the last
Benefits and tips will be

I know a wise old fool
He looks like you and me
At first glance, he wears a jester's hat
But take a closer look – it's the crown of a king
To all

Sook sook

Down there in the leaf bed
There's some fiddle head ferns
They're twisting up their tiny necks
They don't know how they got here
They don't

and honor respect and decency

Family comes first God and Country too
These Bluegrass values I recommend to you
Respect spouse and family and all they do

But call me first through the gate 

He'll ask aren't you the one with the fiddle 
And I'll reply I confess that's me 
He said I once heard you play

the lines in this arroyo 
My heart it shows the signs 
Of love’s once raging river 
Of your water’s life divine

Playing fiddle in the canyon 
You dancing

The Prime of Kenny Silvers (Parts 1 & 2)

Generation X

Valley of the Dolls [Japan]

1979

Kenny Silvers 
The boy who disappeared,
Kenny Silvers 
The boy who disappeared

Kenny gets by on a fiddle almost every day
Chasing his

Bitch I'm driving
Vibing
I won't waste this love, cause it feels wasted by you
Last name, not surprised
First, disappointed but
I never told you lies
You

the jugendherbergen 
Willard in the jugendherbergen 
Willard in the jugendherbergen 
Willard in the jugendherbergen 

First day in Munich, not a single lotor 
So I

City Full of Ghosts (Dublin)

Mike Scott

Bring 'em All In

1995

the ghosts of my tears
The ghosts of my glorious dissolute years
The ghost of adventure wilder than words
The ghost of the night I first made love to her

to jig with fiddles and spoons
Dancing and singing, filling the room
Once in a while there'd break out a fight
They'd party and laugh till late in

in person, knew the bitch was overrated 
Knew the shit was hella different with the fiddles and the makeup (yeah)
Got a quarter-ounce of rock up in

I've played the second fiddle in a bitter suite
And fallen out of tune and other contrapuntal pains
 
I know I'm sounding absurd
I'm always messing up

Do you play me like a fiddle?
When you wag me like a dog?
Do you take advantage of me?
Am I even aware at all?
Well, I know, I know, I know,
I know

I, I was your first, I was your last
I was your one in the middle
You, you were the best
Best of the rest
Always upon the fiddle

Fear is often

up then laugh at how they reacting 
I thought rap died, motherfucker what happened? 

And I'm Smacked just a little
Couple "Hunnids" that I fiddle wit

walked to town, devil one side of me
Held by an angel put poems inside of me
Down to my mouth said won't you recite to me, okay
Every first Wednesday

of execution, I'm demandin' retribution
First trip to prison, a lesson, second was just a nuisance
Peckerwood beefin' with me, they want my neck in a noose

hear the faint sounds of the fiddle man 
So honey why don't we both jump in                

Chorus
You could drown in that river
You could stay

her hair, sticky braids
On her couch, where the maids
Innuendo got her gushy in the middle
Learned something new like she like to play the fiddle
My bad