Well
I wanted to play a little Bill Monroe,
a little Patsy Cline,
a little dosey-doe.
So I bought myself an
old doghouse bass,
a piece at a time, all
over the place.
Well it sounds real
good, but it looks like heck,
all painted up with a
broken neck.
It's been through a
carwash, fire and a whittle,
Thought I might oughta
paint that fiddle....
Paint yore fiddle
& hide the glue.
Paint that thing red,
white & blue.
It's a brave attempt,
it's a desperate save...
Bill Mon-roll-over in
his grave...
Boy you're never gonna
play in the middle
of the Grand Ol Opry
if you paint yore fiddle.
Well there ain't much
room for a baritone,
or a bluegrass band
with a saxophone.
Folks would rather see
a fiddle plain necked
than to see it all
painted up, peeled & speckled...
They play pop/blues on
strings of steel,
Everybody's lookin for
a record deal.
You gotta be fast and
you gotta be good...
and they don't want to
hear it if they can't see the wood.
Paint yore fiddle
& hide the glue.
Paint that thing red,
white & blue.
It's a brave attempt,
it's a desperate save...
Bill Mon-roll-over in
his grave...
Boy you're never gonna
play in the middle
of the Grand Ol Opry
if you paint yore fiddle.
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Started
with a joke about Joel's "Painted fiddle". This song
was the result.
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