The Pick and the Bow
In the city, way downtown, on the streets and the corner, he can be found
Guitar in hand makin beautiful sound, and a playin' and sing out loud,
While the people of the city all gather around
In the country, down the road, just across the field where the seed is sowed,
There's a fiddler who plays a mournful ode, and a playin' and sing out loud
And play that fiddle till the sun goes down
Guitar in hand makin beautiful sound, and a playin' and sing out loud,
While the people of the city all gather around
In the country, down the road, just across the field where the seed is sowed,
There's a fiddler who plays a mournful ode, and a playin' and sing out loud
And play that fiddle till the sun goes down
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Writer(s): Jadyn Rinehart
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