I been playing 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
The good lord knows I do the best I can
On the big, bitch, butch, bull fiddle baby here I am
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 bassically a sin
The good lord knows I do the best i can
On the big, bitch, butch, bull fiddle baby here I am
Here I am
Yes, leavin her behind might save a little space
And I ain't no slouch on the electrical bass
But something kinda happens when the f-holes sing
With the snapping and the popping of the flat wound strings
The good lord knows I do the best I can
On the big, bitch, butch, bull fiddle baby here I am
I been playing 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
The good lord knows I do the best I can
On the big, bitch, butch, bull fiddle baby here I am