Sitting in the sunshine sippin' on moonshine in the kentucky hills
sat an old man with a fiddle in his hands they called him fiddlin bill
He never left the hillside, he was born there and died in the kentuck hills
This old man witha fiddle in his hands, they called him fiddlin bill
ohhh old time fiddlin bill
All day you could hear him play,
Through the valleys and over the hills
Although he's gone from his hillside home
it seems I can hear him still
Ohhhh old time fiddlin bill
He could play boil the cabbage, the little leather britches and also katy hill
He could play a waltz slow and the blues down low
He could make you feel what he feeled
One day I asked if he could read music and he looked at me with a grin
He said he tried one time to read a note or line and never did try again
Just couldn't comprehend
All day you could hear him play,
Through the valleys and over the hills
Although he's gone from his hillside home
it seems I can hear him still
Ohhhh old time fiddlin bill