There's a little old lady that'll yodel
If you let her write a letter to the old time fiddler's guild
I thought I saw her in Arkansas her hands just right for the fiddle she built
I can sing melismo quite well
But I wish I could spin the tale of an old white whale like Melville
On Friday night we'll drink from a jug from a still built on the moon
Brand new recipe, earthshine's a remedy to folks who howl at noon
White Freightliner, parked by the diner, haul them chickens to North Caroliner
Rooster cruiser, working girl's a loser, can't find the gears, just grind 'er
I have moxie like Deacon Jones... Honey that is something you can never quell
I once knew a horse that would kick the fence... just to ring his dinner bell
3 Gigs... maybe hit it big, like the song-smith from Oildale would
I got an app that tells me... luckily... good times ain't over for good
I bought this mandolin from a man to win his wage by selling it
I'll earn mine if my hands keep time so I reckon I'll cross-pick it
I'll dance circles around you at the square dance next Saturday night
Then whittle you a fiddle like a scrimshaw honey if you take me home tonight
