Lyrics:
rosin up the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I'm a country boy
I'd play Sally Goodin all day if I could
But the Lord and my
a jug of punch
And if I get drunk, well the money's me own
And them that don't like me, they can leave me alone
I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me
name's Johnny
And it might be a sin
But I'll take your bet
And you're gonna regret
'Cause I'm the best there's ever been"
Johnny, rosin up your bow
Cotton-Eyed Joe?
Get out your fiddle, rosin' up your bow
Play an old tune called Cotton-Eyed Joe
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you
future just like my past
In the ashes of an old love affair
Then a spark rosin gave light to a world of romance
And it thrilled me to think there could
not
High on a mountain top
High on a mountain top
Well, down in the holler lived my uncle Joe
He'd pull out his fiddle and rosin his bow
We'd
with that homemade wine
[CHORUS:]
Get out the fiddle rosin up the bow
There's gonna be some music and I hope it ain't slow
Grab your baby dance
in
Keep the rosin' handed and the
Horse there tough and tight
Pick it up and I'm lyable to pick all night
Now don't go bringing singing strumming
Me no
a jug of punch
And if I get drunk, well the money's me own
And them that don't like me, they can leave me alone
I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me
name's Johnny
And it might be a sin
But I'll take your bet
And you're gonna regret
'Cause I'm the best there's ever been"
Johnny, rosin up your bow
And some say he could sing
But the one thing that he liked to do best
Was sawing on the strings
So, get out the fiddle
And rosin up the bow
Look
Fetch down the fiddle, rosin up the bow, don't play me nothing on the radio.
Don't make me remember the Alamo, I'm feeling like a little bit
In the country, yeah
In the country
That's where I'm gonna stay
In the country
Yeah
Come on rosin up the bow
We'll party 'til the rooster
from cotton-eye Joe?
Get out your fiddle. Rosin up your bow.
Play an old tune called cotton-eye Joe.
Where did you come from. Where did you go?
Where
Hey, I've got a guitar, I've got a fiddle
I'll sing the low part, I'll sing the middle
Rosin up the bow and let's pick a little
Got a fiddle
with a bow on his thumb and a fiddle in his hand
He tunes up the fiddle and he rosins up the bow
And he plays an old tune called "Cotton Eyed Joe"
fiddle and I 'll rosin my bow
I'll make myself welcome, wherever I go
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll
gonna regret cause I'm the best theres ever been
Johnny rosin up your bow and play that fiddle hard
Cause hells broke loose in Georgia
And the devil
Where did you come from cotton-eye Joe?
Get out your fiddle. Rosin up your bow.
Play an old tune called cotton-eye Joe.
Where did you come from.
Grab your fiddle and rosin up the bow
Gonna play music everywhere we go
Gonna play a song they call Cotton-Eyed Joe
Had not have been for
fiddle and I 'll rosin my bow
I'll make myself welcome, wherever I go
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll
And I feel like I've faked all that I ever did
And I've grown a gray beard, but I cry like a kid
I was seven when I sang you'd rosin the bow
There in
holiday
We've got to get there in time to play
Tune up the fiddle rosin the bow
We could be the only country band on a rock and roll show
We've got
fiddle and I 'll rosin my bow
I'll make myself welcome, wherever I go
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll
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