Back in the hole (home?) where I grew up Times were bad and work was tough We had enough We had Fiddlin' Joe Fiddlin' Joe was a music man He had fire in bow hand We didn't make other weekend plans We'd hear Fiddlin' Joe Play it so good, Fiddlin' Joe Play it fast play it slow One more song before you go Would you Fiddlin' Joe Play it so good, Fiddlin' Joe Tomorrow we'll be feeling low Lit the fire and do-si-do Take it from Fiddlin' Joe Women would let their hair down Men would pass the shine around We defer to the sounds to the hands of Fiddlin' Joe Silent mountain desert smells Soon we hear power of the pick Troubles seem disappear on the bow of Fiddlin' Joe Play it so good, Fiddlin' Joe Play it fast play it slow One more song before you go Would you Fiddlin' Joe Play it so good, Fiddlin' Joe Tomorrow we'll be feeling low Lit the fire and do-si-do One more before you go Play a good one Fiddlin' Joe