Corb Lund - Big Butch Bass Bull Fiddle Lyrics

I been playin root-five for most of the night

And most of the times, well, I don't really mind

But once in awhile I get the chance to shine

And look out, baby, when the stage is mine

The good lord knows I do the best I can

On the big, bitch, butch, bull fiddle baby here I am


I got the black horsehair on my big bass bow

A little meaner than the sorrel that was on it before

Sawin back and forth to meet the big bass drum

And pretty soon you can hear the rhythm section hum


I gotta buy an extra seat when I ride the airplane

Or the women's and the children's and the pilot complain

'cause it sure don?t fit in the overhead bin

And leavin her behind is bassically a sin


Yes, leavin her behind might save a little space

And I ain't no slouch on the electrical bass

But somethin kinda happens when the f-holes sing

With the snappin and the poppin of the flat wound strings