Bring along your fishin' pole and leave your dirty dishes. Meet me by the fishin' pole and wear your leather britches. Tell your mom and pa every thing's alright.
Well a-way down yonder on the Candy Creek. I whittled out a fiddle from my wagon seat.. I fiddled my fiddle and I rubbed my bow. Play a little tune wherever I go..
Well away down yonder on the Candy Creek I wait a lot of fiddles on my wagon seat. I tune up the fiddle and I rosin' that bow and I play a little tune wherever I go.