Fiddle And The Bow - Porter Wagoner

My daddy was a sawyer

Though the trees didn’t know

For daddy did his sawin with the fiddle and the bow

He played the down home country songs

And most of them he wrote he played the melody by ear

Cause he couldn’t read the notes

Sometimes in the evening he would go into his room

He’d write down all his feelings and set them to a tune

And when he played them on the stage

They were like a video

He could paint a picture with the fiddle and the bow

Then he played a song he wrote about a girl named carolyn walker

And everybody swore she must be real

And he played a song he wrote about hard times and pickin cotton

So plain that you could see him in them fields

He played a song he wrote about a river down in georgia

You could close your eyes and see the waters flow

For my daddy was a writer

And he played them old one nighters

And he could paint a picture with the fiddle and the bow

His hair was apple blossum white

When he turned thirty-three

He said i know it’s not the years it’s just the miles on me

I recall the night before he died to a crowd in tupelo

He said there’s one thing needin' said before i close the show

You know the song i wrote about the girl named carolyn walker

Well i only dreamed her up she wasn’t real

And to tell the truth i have never picked one single sack of cotton

But i have sure thought a lot about cotton fields

And you know the one you liked about the river down in georgia

That’s the one place that i never got to go cause you see

I’m just a writer and i play these old one nighters

I make a livin' paintin pictures with the fiddle and the bow