Nashville Bluegrass Band - Fiddlin bill

^CSitting in the sunshine sippin' on moonshine in the kentuck^Gy hills ^C7sat an old man with a ^Ffiddle in his hands ^Cthey called him ^Gfiddlin ^Cbill ^CHe never left the hillside, he was born there and died in the kentuck ^Ghills ^CThis old man witha ^Ffiddle in his hands, they ^Ccalled him ^Gfiddlin ^G7bill ohhh old time ^Gfiddlin ^Cbill

^CAll day you could hear him play, ^C7Through the valleys and over the hills ^CAlthough he's gone from his hillside home it seems I can hear him ^Gstill Ohhhh old time fiddlin ^Cbill

^CHe could play boil the cabbage, the little leather britches and also katy ^Ghill He could ^Cplay a waltz slow and the ^Fblues down low He could ^Cmake you ^Gfeel what he ^Cfeeled

^COne day I asked if he could read music and he looked at me with a ^Ggrin He said he ^C7tried one time to ^Fread a note or line and ^Cnever did try ^G7again Just ^Gcouldn't ^Ccomprehend

^CAll day you could hear him play, ^C7Through the valleys and over the hills ^CAlthough he's gone from his hillside home it seems I can hear him ^Gstill Ohhhh old time fiddlin ^Cbill