Don't Cuss The Fiddle

(Kris Kristofferson)



I scandalized my brother while admittin' that he sang some pretty songs

I'd heard that he'd been scandalizin' me

And Lord I knew that that was wrong

Now I'm looking at it over somethin' cool and feelin' fool enough to see

What I had called my brother on now he had every right to call on me.



Don't ever cuss the fiddle, boy, unless you want the fiddle out of tune

That picker there 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 drinking 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 he was sad enough to wish that we were wrong.



Don't ever cuss the fiddle, boy, unless you want the fiddle out of tune

That picker there 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 know that it sounds silly

But I think that I just stole somebody's song...