Fiddlin Bill

C G Sitting in the sunshine sippin' on moonshine in the kentucky hills C7 F C G C sat an old man with a fiddle in his hands they called him fiddlin bill C G He never left the hillside, he was born there and died in the kentuck hills C F C G G7 This old man witha fiddle in his hands, they called him fiddlin bill G C ohhh old time fiddlin bill C All day you could hear him play, C7 Through the valleys and over the hills C Although he's gone from his hillside home G it seems I can hear him still C Ohhhh old time fiddlin bill C G He could play boil the cabbage, the little leather britches and also katy hill C F He could play a waltz slow and the blues down low C G C He could make you feel what he feeled C G One day I asked if he could read music and he looked at me with a grin C7 F C G7 He said he tried one time to read a note or line and never did try again G C Just couldn't comprehend C All day you could hear him play, C7 Through the valleys and over the hills C Although he's gone from his hillside home G it seems I can hear him still C Ohhhh old time fiddlin bill