Well, every time I hear a fiddle and it's cooking just a little
And it makes me wanna jump up and run
And if he's sawing with some soul boogie woogie rock and roll
Well, I know I'm gonna have some fun
And when the resin starts to fly and I'm looking in the eye
Like I'm just about to blow a fuse
Mama, call the doctor
'Cause your boy has got the rockin' boogie woogie fiddle country blues
I met a man from Tenessee, this is what he said to me
He said music is a rhapsody
He picked up his violin, stuck it underneath his chin
And started playing me a symphony
I said that ain't the way it's done, "Let me see that fiddle, son"
And I sawed him off a chorus or two
He said, "You'd better call the doctor
'Cause I think I've got the rocking boogie woogie fiddle country blues"
Well now, if you want to play me some fiddle
I'll tell you right from the start
You'd better play me something lowdown hoedown honking
I don't want to hear no funeral march
It's got to pick me up and roll me over
It's gotta make me want to jump up and sing
If it ain't buzzing like a beehive, kick it into overdrive
It don't mean a doggone thing
So let me resin up my bow and I think that I can show you
The way I like to play this thing
Let's put some boogie rhythm in it, kick it on up to the limit
'Cause I'm gonna put some fire on these strings
And if you feel your feet start moving to the beat
And you feel like you've got ants in your shoes
Well, you'd better call the doctor
'Cause you've probably got the rocking boogie woogie fiddle country blues
You'd better call the doctor
'Cause your boy's got the rocking boogie woogie fiddle country blues
I got the blues
