Don't Cuss the Fiddle

I scandalized my brother

While admittin' that he sang some pretty songs (and he did)

I'd heard that he'd been scandalizing me

And, Lord, I knew that that was wrong (and I was)

Now I'm lookin' at it over

Something cool and feelin' fool enough to see

What I had called my brother on

Now he had every right to call on me

Don't ever cuss that fiddle, boy

Unless you want that fiddle out of tune

That picker there in trouble, boy

Ain't nothin' but another side of you

If we ever get to heaven, boys

It ain't because we ain't done nothin' wrong

We're in this gig together

So let's settle down and steal each other's songs

I found a wounded brother

Drinkin' bitterly away the afternoon

And soon enough he turned on me

Like he'd done every face in that saloon

Well, we cussed him to the ground

And said he couldn't even steal a decent song

But soon as it was spoken

We was sad enough to wish that we were wrong

Don't ever cuss that fiddle, boy

Unless you want that fiddle out of tune

That picker there in trouble, boy

Ain't nothin' but another side of you

If we ever get to heaven, boys

It ain't because we ain't done nothin' wrong

We're in this gig together

So let's settle down and steal each other's songs