Ebo Walker was a good old man

Now Ebo Walker was born in Kentucky

And raised by his daddy on a hillside farm

He took up fiddle playing just for fun

That's the last work Ebo Walker done

(Ebo Walker was a good old man)

(Ebo Walker was a good old man)

Now Ebo Walker, he left Kentucky

'Cause Ebo's daddy said, "Durn your hide

You won't plant corn, and you won't make hay

You sit on the porch and play that thing all day"

Now, Ebo Walker, he walked through the mountains

With his fiddle in his sack and his shoes in his hand

He fiddled a tune for the folks he met

Just to fill his belly and keep his whistle away

(Ebo Walker was a good old man)

(Ebo Walker was a good old man)

Now Ebo Walker, he left Kentucky

'Cause Ebo's daddy said, "Durn your hide

You won't plant corn, and you won't make hay

You sit on the porch and play that thing all day"

Now Ebo Walker, he walked and he fiddled

And he fiddled and worked, and he drank till he died

But I've heard tell when the winds are down

And the moon shines bright, and the leaves are brown

You can hear old Ebo fiddling all around

(Ebo Walker was a good old man)

Ebo Walker was a good old man