There used to live a mountaineer they called him Fiddlin’ Will

Now he could play most anything and some said he could sing

But the one thing he liked best to do was sawin’ on the strings

Chorus:

So tune up the fiddle, rosin up the bow

Look at old Will a’ pattin’ his toe

He’ll make music ‘till the rafters ring

Listen to the old man sawin’ on the strings

When the neighbors had a shindig they all had vittles to eat

Sometimes they had to wait on Will for the frolic to be complete

When he came down from the mountains the gals began to sway

Sometimes he’d pick the old five string until the break of day

Chorus:

So tune up the five string, tighten up the hide

Tell al the young folks to get inside

He’ll make music ‘till the rafters ring

Listen to the old man pickin’ on the strings

Chorus:

So tune up the fiddle, tighten up the hide

Tell all the young folks to get inside

We’ll make music ‘till the rafters ring

Old man pickin’ and sawin’ on a string

Chorus:

So tune up the five string, tighten up the hide

Tell all the young folks to get inside

He’ll make music ‘til the rafters ring

Old man pickin’ and sawin’ on the strings