Now down in Greasy Bend They're picking up a storm again The bridge across the Washy Talls swayin' You can hear it on the wind Hear the music never ends Darwettia's mandolin keeps playing Now ever hope all comin' out that holler Used to leave a secret mark upon her days It was a sign to all the others who might find her Sayin' stop awhile and visit, man She will feed you beans and biscuits, man And fixin' boiling cabbage Down yonder while you wait Slow down in Greasy Bend They're pickin' up a storm again The bridge across the Washy Talls swayin' You can hear it on the wind Hear the music never ends Darwettia's mandolin keeps playing ♪ Now yonder comes a peddler in his wagon He's got pots and pans and lots of shiny things And he promised young Darwettia He would have him Not no box of candy-kisses No not, no dolly-dishes Her one and only wish is purse Is for some brand new mando strings So down in Greasy Bend They're pickin' up a storm again The bridge across the Washy Talls swayin' You can hear it on the wind Hear the music never ends Darwettia's mandolin keeps playing Yes my momma's mandolin keeps playing Two, three, four One more