rising up like birds It's been hot for seven weeks now Too hot to even speak now Did you hear what I just heard? Say, it might have been a fiddle or
you oh so long Hear my request and answer yes right or wrong [ steel - fiddle ] Right or wrong I dreamed that you and I were truly wed The organ played the choir
All God's creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low and some sing higher Some sing out loud on the telephone wire Some just clap their hands or
fire burst out on all sides I wondered what the hell was going on inside Then the music that I heard It was bizarre, it was absurd Like no banjo fiddle
remember the name I used to wax chump rappers like it was a game The rhymes that I've accumulated and lyrically created I counted and amounted everyone I ever stated Play second fiddle
danced with a thumbscrew woman Did a double-quick back flip and slid across the floor The Catholic traffic flowed freely 'cross the river And fiddlestick fiddled
our dear Savior's birth) Christmas choir, Christmas choir Christmas carols 'round Christmas fire Holy night, angels on high Round up your Christmas choir
-hearted blade. On the twelfth of July as it yearly did come Bob played on the flute to the sound of the drum You can talk of your fiddles, your harp
laugh again You got me feeling a wild as a mountain fiddle High as that old moonshine Sweet as honeysuckle on the vine I want to sing like a gospel choir
While the honeybee hums and the cricket fiddles The donkey brays and the pony neighs And the old coyote howls All God's critters got a place in the choir
rising up like birds It's been hot for seven weeks now, Too hot to even speak now, Did you hear what I just heard? Say it might have been a fiddle or
the middle The honeybee hums and the crickets fiddle The donkey brays and the pony neighs The old coyote howls All God's critters got a place in the choir
whiskey and washed in the blood That's who I am and what I love Saturday nights full of Haggard and Whitley A Sunday morning choir now that's music to
strings, Christmas strings Playing the peace that Christmas brings Fiddle and bow, gentle and low Oh play me your Christmas strings Christmas choir, Christmas choir
Hey little fiddle got a ride from the ransom child little fiddle got a ride. Took me out to the old truck yard with a prairie on my right and the ocean
blowing 'round Back and forth and up and down oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go Me and Lazarus kept bailing on the riverboat Floating by the choir
