RED DIRT TEXAS FIDDLER

All the California guitar pickers think the good ol' boys in Memphis play right out of sight
And in Muscle Shoals and Memphis everybody's ears are bent
just from listening to Nashville playin' it rightSeems they're all gonna bow down and pray at the gold-plated boots of a Bakersfield country man
But there's a Red-Dirt Texas Fiddler, Lord, he got to put 'em all to shame
'Cause he got more country living in an inch of his horse-hair bow than they all got togetherHe gotta lot more soul than a bunch of holy rollers singin' "shall we gather at the river"
When he pulls his bow across the strings
The cotton seeds in the ground just get up they get up and sing Lord
Young ladies get to itchin', sinners get religion
and there's ominous signs in the weatherHe ain't never been behind no footlights throwin' pretty colors off the toes of his boots
In fact the only stage lightin' he's a-got is the glow-worms
a-crawlin' in the grass by his ol' front stoopBut that don't mean he can't take a tune and twirl it round his fingers like a dust devil do to his Stetson hat
He just don't really care if nobody ever hears him 'cept the skeeters and the buzzards and the 10 inch Texas gnats '

Cause he got more country living in an inch of his horse-hair bow than they all got together
Yeah that fiddle's more hauntin' than the ghost of Lyndon Johnson floatin' out across the Pedernales river
When he pulls his bow across the strings The cotton seeds in the ground just get up they get up and sing Lord
Young ladies get to itchin', sinners get religion
and there's ominous signs in the weatherNow that fiddle 'bout the only friend a lonely man got,'ll stand by him come heaven or hell
and Conchita with the rose in hair she only passes once a mornin' on the way to the wellHe ain't much for fine speakin' 'cos the words ain't there
but he can fiddle every note in her long black hair
and she sits on her porch down the road just a-sighin' to the fiddle music floatin' in the air '

Cause he got more country living in an inch of his horse-hair bow than they all got togetherand if he plays it any sweeter I believe that Conchita's gonna feel it right down in her ain't-hardly-never
When he pulls his bow across the strings
Them funny seeds in the ground they get up they get up and sing Lord
Young ladies get to itchin' California gets religion
and there's ominous signs in the weather

Well tonight there's a dance in the town
We're gonna put him on the stand and let 'em tear it on down
Come on and listen to the Red-Dirt Texas Fiddlin' man whoa yeah
Red-Dirt Texas Fiddlin' man

Originally Performed by: Lawrence Hammond
Album: Presumed Lost
Lyrics By: Lawrence Hammond

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