As one old gentleman put it, ” Son, I don’t care if you’re stark nekkid and wear a bone in your nose. If you kin fiddle, you’re all right with me. It’s the music we...

And I never started to plow in my lifeThat some one did not stop in the roadAnd take me away to a dance or picnic. I ended up with forty acres; I ended up with...

Put some fiddle in the middle, it’ll make it better. Warm your heart like an old love letter. Make you feel like the day you met her.