The Old Fiddler Lyrics - Bill Monroe

Let me tell you a tale about a spry old man 

Guess he's as old as the hills 

He's the favorite fiddler for miles and miles around 

And plays for all the good quadrilles 

Every Saturday night all the folks stop in and tune 

The whole town is ready to go 

While the fellers chose their partners and the caller taps the jug 

And the old man puts the rosen to the bow 

You could hear Uncle Ben yellin' do-si-do 

Swing that gal in the calico