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Payin' The Fiddler
To the next-day blues of the another face
I am on down past , the wrong side of grace
I look in the mirror , and find myself
all tucked away high on a shelf
around out the window darkness is light
as morning comes with all of its might
and where am I ,
I am are not on the phone
the blood left my knees ,
to worship the throne
I had too much to drink ,
on a saturday night
now I am paying the fiddler,
an old man was right
you be payin' the fiddler ,
with coin and sweat
he will charm you,
dance you
and drink you to death
Now never ,say never,say never again
when he is playin' the tunes ,you'll be drinkin' again
you will be payin' the fiddler ,my dear friend
you be payin the fiddler , 'til he comes to an end
©DCBursey