Sawin' on the Fiddle - Johnny Lee

Started working on a farm I was just a kid

Never got much money for the work I did

Work all day long till the sun goes down

And I was too tired to go to town

Oh, and I sure did like to go to town

So I bum an old fiddle and I learned a few rhymes

working in a red hot sun

Don’t wanna feed no chickens no hogs

Sawing on the fiddle beats sawing on a log

Sawing on the fiddle beats sawing on a log

Pays a lot more than working on a farm

Tired of living like a poor man, treated like a dog

Sawing on the fiddle beats sawing on a log

Then I left the farm, I thought I had it right

«Gonna try me a taste of city life»

Had to keep on playing till it finally got good

saw a fiddle and I had chopped wood

Sawing on the fiddle beats sawing on a log

Pays a lot more than working on a farm

Tired of living like a poor man, treated like a dog

Sawing on the fiddle beats sawing on a log

And then one day this band came to town

And said, «Johnny, I like the way that you sound»

Get your fiddle son, get on the bus

My momma started crying, my daddy started to cuss

Well, sawing on the fiddle beats sawing on a log

Pays a lot more than working on a farm

Tired of living like a poor man, treated like a dog

Sawing on the fiddle beats sawing on logs

Sawing on the fiddle beats sawing on logs