Don't Cuss the Fiddle

(Kris Kristofferson)



I scandalized my brother

While admitting that he sang some pretty songs

I'd heard that he'd been scandalizing me

And Lord, I knew that that was wrong.



Now I'm looking at it over somethin' cool

And feeling fool enough to see

What I had called my brother on

Now he had every right to call on me.



Don't ever cuss that fiddle boy

Unless you want that fiddle out of tune

That picker there's in trouble boy

Ain't nothin' but another side of you.



If we ever get to heaven boys

It ain't because we ain't done nothin' wrong

We're in this gig together

So let's settle down and steal each other's song.



I found a wounded brother

Drinkin' bitterly away the afternoon

And soon enough he turned on me

Like he'd done every face in that saloon.



Well, we cussed him to the ground

And said he couldn't even steal a decent song

But soon as it was spoken

We was sad enough to wish that we were wrong.



Don't ever cuss that fiddle boy

Unless you want that fiddle out of tune

That picker there's in trouble boy

Ain't nothin' but another side of you.



I know that it sounds silly

But I think that I just stole somebody's song

She's a good timin' woman

In love with a good two timin' man.

And she loves him inspite of the way

That she don't understand...