I make my livin' playin' fiddle
I play it every night
To tell the truth
I'd fiddle, if i didn't make a dime
And I sure love good liquor
It makes me want to play
Funny thing about the fiddle is
It makes you wanna drink
For a shot of homemade whiskey
And a hundred dollar bill
I'd burn the hair right off this bow
And play the temperance reel
I'll play one for the ladies
So sweet they swoon and sway
I'll play one for the one's I've left
And the one that got away
I play it in the mountains
And out on the western plains
I'll play it for Luke's brother
Who i'll never see again
Play it high play it lonesome
Like a mountain whippoorwill
Lets burn the rosin off of this bow
And play the temperance reel
If drinkin' and dancin'
Is an awful dreadful sin
Then i know where I'm goin'
Sure as i know where I've been
This old fiddle bit me on the leg
When i was 2 years old
I guess i'm gonna play it
'Till the devil gets my soul
I could play it all night long
And never get my fill
Let's lay that rhythm down boys
And play the temperance reel
