From "Forced to Breed in Captivity"
Raise a glass, and give your applause
For the fiddler Harris
Didn't care about any laws
Only fiddle tunes
Many were the crimes he'd commit
But it didn't scare us,
'Cause we knew that he was the shit...
'Cause no one could play that song like him.
He brandished that fiddle in his limb.
For Harris' Fiddle Tune,
It would be his last.
'Cause no one could play that song that fast.
When the sheriff finally caught up
And he was about to
Take a noose and tie Harris up
When the fiddler said,
"All I've got's this fiddle of wood
But I'll give it out to
Anyone who can play like I could..."
But no one could play that song like him.
He brandished that fiddle in his limb.
For Harris' Fiddle Tune,
It would be his last.
'Cause no one could play that song that fast.
All the fiddlers came down in course
Playing in succession
Harris listened from up on the horse
Noose around his neck
But all of those fiddlers combined
Made no real impression
So he hit that horse's behind
'Cause no one could play that song like him.
He brandished that fiddle in his limb.
For Harris' Fiddle Tune,
It would be his last.
'Cause no one could play that song that fast.
(2003 version:
Jon Greenlee - drums
1996 version:
Dave Fernandes - drums, guitar solo)
Copyright 1996, 2003 Zach London