That High Lonesome Sound

Lyrics: Peter Rowan
Music: Peter Rowan

Well get you father, get your mother
Get your sister get your brother
Aunt Lucy, gonna show Uncle John
How to do the boogie woogie
While the kissing cousin chasing chicken
Out on the old back lawn

Y'all come with one another
Just to go a little further
If the schoolbus don't break down
Campfires burning
In the night my heart is yearning
For the sight of the old campground

Chorus
And that high lonesome sound
When that evening sun goes down
I'll be crawling on the ground
When I hear a fiddle play that high lonesome sound

Well bring along your lawn chair
For sittin' in the fresh air
And the cooler for the beer and watch the show
There's clog dancing, horses prancing
Syncopated music playing
Girls are lookin pretty, don't you know

Ah, look at old man pappy
He's feelin' kind of snappy
Seem like he just don't care
That hes over ninety three
He's as spry as you and me
Dancing to the music in the air

[chorus]

Well young 'uns, old ones
Lookin' like they're havin' fun
Enjoyin' the country view
Tellin' jokes to all the folks
How the Watergate got broke in
And how this grass got blue

Hey mister fiddle man
Play us all a little jam now
Na na na....
And that's the way Monroe
Say Uncle Pen's on him
To play riding on the back of a mule

[chorus]

I hear a fiddle play that high lonesome sound
I hear a fiddle play that high lonesome sound
I hear a fiddle play that high lonesome sound