I scandalize my brother while admittin' that he sings some purty songs, and he does
I'd heard that he'd been scandalizin' me and Lord I knew that that was wrong, and it was
Now I'm lookin' at it older, somethin' cool and feelin' fool enough to see
What I had called my brother on now he had every right to call on me
Don't ever cuss that fiddle boy unless you want that fiddle out of tune
That picker there in trouble boy ain't nothin' but another side of you
If we ever get to Heaven boys it ain't because we ain't done nothin' wrong
We're in this gig together so let's settle down and steal each other's songs
I found a wounded brother drinkin' bitterly away the afternoon
And soon enough he turned on me like he'd done every face in that saloon, yes he did
Well we cussed him to the ground and said he couldn't even steal a decent song
But soon as it was spoken we were sad enough to wish that we were wrong
Don't ever cuss that fiddle boy unless you want that fiddle out of tune
That picker there in trouble boy ain't nothin' but another side of you
And if we ever get to Heaven boys it ain't because we ain't done nothin' wrong
We're in this gig together so let's settle down at steal each other's songs
I know that it sounds silly but I think that I just stole somebody's song
Sorry Merle, Jeff, Tom too, Waylon, Hank, Willie, Harlan