Fiddlin Bill

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Sitting in the sunshine sippin' on moonshine in the kentucky hills 
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sat an old man with a fiddle in his hands they called him fiddlin bill 
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He never left the hillside, he was born there and died in the kentuck hills 
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This old man witha fiddle in his hands, they called him fiddlin bill 
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ohhh old time fiddlin bill 

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All day you could hear him play, 
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Through the valleys and over the hills 
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Although he's gone from his hillside home 
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it seems I can hear him still 
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Ohhhh old time fiddlin bill 

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He could play boil the cabbage, the little leather britches and also katy hill 
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He could play a waltz slow and the blues down low 
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He could make you feel what he feeled 

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One day I asked if he could read music and he looked at me with a grin 
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He said he tried one time to read a note or line and never did try again 
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Just couldn't comprehend 

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All day you could hear him play, 
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Through the valleys and over the hills 
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Although he's gone from his hillside home 
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it seems I can hear him still 
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Ohhhh old time fiddlin bill