Corb Lund - Big Butch Bass Bull Fiddle Lyrics
And most of the times, well, i don't really mindBut once in awhile i get the chance to shineAnd look out, baby, when the stage is mineThe good lord knows i do the best i canOn the big, *****, butch, bull fiddle baby here i amI got the black horsehair on my big bass bowA little meaner than the sorrel that was on it beforeSawin back and forth to meet the big bass drumAnd pretty soon you can hear the rhythm section humI gotta buy an extra seat when i ride the airplaneOr the womens and the childrens and the pilot complainCuz it sure don’t fit in the overhead binAnd leavin her behind is bassically a sinYes, leavin her behind might save a little spaceAnd i ain't no slouch on the electrical bassBut somethin kinda happens when the f-holes singWith the snappin and the poppin of the flat wound strings