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| Fiddle In The Middle by � nantahala_whispers Tap my feet right here and kick the dust up just a little Help me take the riddle out of how this riff is done. We can stand outside on the front porch while we whittle Out this song and those memories As we make these guitars ring. We can sing with the frogs and we can sing with the fiddle And we dance out a tune here while we fiddle with this sound Crickets round in the back, in the front and in the middle Jump on in when they can As we make these guitars ring. Well we can play on the porch where a few boards always wiggle Hey there! Grab that toad out of the drink I just set down I can�t stop this playing and it�s good to see you giggle Toads jump in when they can here As we make these guitars ring. Sip a swallow or two here as our fingers slide the metal Of the strings we harp on as we stand out in the dark There�s no sermons or religion and it�s never time to meddle While we migrate toward the floor boards As we make these guitars ring. Tap my feet right here and kick the dust up just a little Help me take the riddle out of how this riff is done. ~In respect to all living things~ nantahala_whispers |
