Karaoké Joey on the Fiddle Michael English

Well I was born just two doors down from Joey Kate and Mary

Their parents died when they were young and none of them had married

They lived in a shack in the great outback and life was pretty simple

And each new day we walked to the strings of Joey on the fiddle

Now he'd come down each Sunday morn to sample momma's cooking

He'd gulp a shot of moonshine down when she wasn't looking

Sometimes she would catch him but he'd say it is essential

For aches and pains and more than that it helps me play the fiddle

So won't you play that fiddle for me Joey?

Won't you play that fiddle one more time?

Won't you play that fiddle for me Joey?

'Cos you sure can play it mighty fine

Now Joey was just five feet tall his face like buck skin leather

And he wore a coat and hob nailed boots in every kind of weather

He'd play all kinds of music serenading every nation

But mouths would drop when he would stop and play the Mason's apron

So won't you play that fiddle for me Joey?

Won't you play that fiddle one more time?

Won't you play that fiddle for me Joey?

'Cos you sure can play it mighty fine

So if you go to San Antone for roses by the dozen

Or if you're down in dixie and you're bow is out of resin

Just two-step up to Tulsa to the other side of town

I'm sure you'll find old Joey playing boiling 'em cabbage down

Then came the day that he would have to go and meet his maker

I hitched a ride the day he died and left this place forever

But sometime when

I dream at night

I think when I was little

In that small shack in the great outback with Joey on the fiddle

So won't you play that fiddle for me Joey?

Won't you play that fiddle one more time?

Won't you play that fiddle for me Joey?

'Cos you sure can play it mighty fine

'Cos you sure can play it mighty fine oh play it Joey

Oh play it Joey

Well mouths would drop when we would watch old Joey on the fiddle