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John Arthur Martinez - The Man Who Holds the Bow lyrics
School let out, the June bugs came And with the heat the prayers for rain I spent that summer on my Granddad’s farm Fiddling around and sweating up a storm My Granddad sure was good with a bow Wasn’t one fiddle song he didn’t know And he tried to show me the way he played You should’ve heard the noise I made If I’ve learned a little my Granddad told me so It ain’t so much the fiddle; It’s the man who holds the bow The man who holds the bow After my chores were done and the sun sank low He tried to show me ‘The Cotton-Eyed Joe’ I played that fiddle ‘til my fingers were sore In my dreams I played a little more Only learned one tune and I almost had it licked As the hay was baled and the cotton was picked Then a cool rain fell as the leaves began to fall And I was fiddling at the harvest ball If I’ve learned a little my Granddad told me so It ain’t so much the fiddle; It’s the man who holds the bow The man who holds the bow |
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