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Mountain Whippoorwill (Or, How Hillbilly Jim Won the Great Fiddler's Prize)

アーティスト:Nitty Gritty Dirt Band  アルバム:Stars & Stripes Forever 

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Up in the mountains, it's lonesome all the time (Sof' win' slewin' thu' the sweet-potato vine.) Up in the mountains, it's lonesome for a child (Whippoorwills a-callin' when the sap runs wild.) Up in the mountains, mountains in the fog Everythin's as lazy as an old houn' dog Born in the mountains, never raised a pet Don't want nuthin' an' never got it yet Born in the mountains, lonesome-born Raised runnin' ragged thu' the cockleburrs and corn Never knew my pappy, mebbe never should Think he was a fiddle made of mountain laurel-wood Never had a mammy to teach me pretty-please Think she was a whippoorwill, a-skittin' thu' the trees Never had a brother ner a whole pair of pants But when I start to fiddle, why, yuh got to start to dance Listen to my fiddle -- Kingdom Come -- Kingdom Come Hear the frogs a-chunkin' "Jug o' rum, Jug o' rum" Hear that mountain whippoorwill be lonesome in the air An' I'll tell yuh how I travelled to the Essex County Fair Essex County has a mighty pretty fair All the smarty fiddlers from the South come there Elbows flyin' as they rosin up the bow For the First Prize Contest in the Georgia Fiddlers' Show Old Dan Wheeling, with his whiskers in his ears King-pin fiddler for nearly twenty years Big Tom Sergeant, with his blue wall-eye An' Little Jimmy Weezer that can make a fiddle cry All sittin' roun', spittin' high an' struttin' proud (Listen, little whippoorwill, yuh better bug yore eyes!) Tun-a-tun-a-tunin' while the jedges told the crowd Them that got the mostest claps'd win the bestest prize Everybody waitin' for the first tweedle-dee When in comes a-stumblin' -- hill-billy me Bowed right pretty to the jedges an' the rest Took a silver dollar from a hole inside my vest Plunked it on the table an' said, "There's my callin' card An' anyone that licks me -- well, he's got to fiddle hard" Old Dan Wheeling, he was laughin' fit to holler Little Jimmy Weezer said, "There's one dead dollar" Big Tom Sergeant had a yaller-toothy grin But I tucked my little whippoorwill spang underneath my chin An' petted it an' tuned it till the jedges said, "Begin!" Big Tom Sargent was the first in line He could fiddle all the bugs off a sweet-potato vine He could fiddle down a possum from a mile-high tree He could fiddle up a whale from the bottom of the sea Yuh could hear hands spankin' till they spanked each other raw When he finished variations on "Turkey in the Straw." Little Jimmy Weezer was the next to play He could fiddle all night, he could fiddle all day He could fiddle chills, he could fiddle fever He could make a fiddle rustle like a lowland river He could make a fiddle croon like a lovin' woman An' they clapped like thunder when he'd finished strummin' Then came the ruck of the bob-tailed fiddlers The let's-go-easies, the fair-to-middlers They got their claps an' they lost their bicker An' they all settled back for some more corn-licker An' the crowd was tired of their no-count squealing When out in the center steps Old Dan Wheeling He fiddled high and he fiddled low (Listen, little whippoorwill, yuh got to spread yore wings! He fiddled and fiddled with a cherrywood bow (Old Dan Wheeling's got bee-honey in his strings)


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