Well if this old fiddle could talk. If this old fiddle could sing. Man if this old fiddle could only talk. It could tell you some wondrous things. Talk to me fiddle.
Well, I went down to Nashville. In 1973. And they won't nobody in Music City. Wanted anything to do with me. . They said, ?Boy you sure dress funny. And you just don't fit our crowd.
Two thousand dollar suit across your back. You've got your mansion out on millionaire's row. Go all the places that the rich folks go. Your Bible is a check book and your church is a bank.
We got some trouble in our own back yard.. Things are are kinda tough, times are kinda hard.. Got a lot of people livin' out in the street, people goin' hungry without nothin' to eat,.
You may be down, you may be out. With nothing to be glad about. But you can stand right up and shout. 'Cause Jesus died for you. . You may think that you can't cope.
We got some trouble in our own back yard. Things are kinda tough, times are kinda hard. Got a lot of people livin' out in the street. People goin' hungry without nothin' to eat.