Lyrics

I been playin' root-five for most of the night And most of the times, well, I don't really mind But once in awhile I get the chance to shine And look out, baby, when the stage is mine The good lord knows I do the best I can On the big, bitch, butch, bull fiddle baby here I am I got the black horsehair on my big bass bow A little meaner than the sorrel that was on it before Sawin' back and forth to meet the big bass drum And pretty soon you can hear the rhythm section hum I gotta buy an extra seat when I ride the airplane Or the womens and the childrens and the pilot complain Cuz it sure don't fit in the overhead bin And leavin' her behind is basically a sin Yes, leavin' her behind might save a little space And I ain't no slouch on the electrical bass But somethin' kinda happens when the f-holes sing With the snappin' and the poppin' of the flat wound strings