Alison Krauss - Sawin on the strings

W^Cay back in the mou^Fntains W^Cay back in the h^Gills There u^Csed to live a m^Fountianeer They ca^Clled him Fid^Gdlin' W^Cill ^CHe could play most a^Fnything And s^Come say he could s^Ging But the o^Cne thing that he l^Fiked to do best Was sa^Cwing o^Gn the st^Crings..

So g^Cet out the fiddle And ro^Csin up the bow L^Cook at ol' Will a pa^Gttin' his toe W^Ce'll make music til the ra^Ffters ring and ^Col' man pickin and a s^Gawin on the st^Cring.

When the ne^Cighbors had a s^Fhindig And they a^Cll had viddles to e^Gat We'd al^Cways have to w^Fait on Will For the fr^Colic to ^Gbe com^Cplete When he c^Comes down from the mo^Funtain All the g^Cals began to s^Gway Som^Cetimes he'd pick that ^Fol' 5 string U^Cntil the b^Greak of d^Cay.

So t^Cune up the 5 string Ti^Cghten up the hyde T^Cell all the young ones to g^Get inside We^C'll make music till the ra^Ffters ring And ^Col man pickin' and a sa^Gwing on the st^Cring.

So t^Cune up the 5 string T^Cighten up the hyde T^Cell all the young ones to g^Get inside We^C'll make music till the ra^Ffters ring And ^Col man pickin' and a sa^Gwing on the st^Cring...