Текст (слова) песни: Bill Monroe - The Old Fiddler
Let me tell you a tale about a spry old man Guess he`s as old as the hills He`s the favorite fiddler for miles and miles around And plays for all the good quadrilles
Every Saturday night all the folks stop in and tune The whole town is ready to go While the fellers chose their partners and the caller taps the jug And the old man puts the rosen to the bow
You could hear Uncle Ben yellin` do-si-do Swing that gal in the calico
Прямая ссылка на текст песни The Old Fiddler: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/31897.html