Words and Music Damian Boucher c p 

"GRANDFATHERS FIDDLE"

Verse 1: Grandfather filled Canadian Hoe Downs
St. Annes Reel, Flop Eared Mule
Sawin' like the Devil till the Mornin'
To see the dance floor fill and the ladies swoon

Verse 2: When I was young, Home in Louisiana
I couldn't sleep, fiddle singin' in my dreams
Folks all hoped I'd fiddle when I grew up
To carry on the tunes Pepe played.

Chorus: Grandfather's fiddle sings of him when i play fast
and she cries when I play her slow.
When they go, they're not forgotten no.
Anytime Grandfather's Fiddle gets stroked by the bow.

Verse 3: Meme said, "Here's a good fiddle son, Learn the tunes 
you heard him play. And when I'm gone memories will linger on.
The tunes of his fiddle will live to another day.

Chorus: Grandfather's fiddle sings of him when I play fast
And she cries when I play her slow.
The song lives on, Long after we are gone.
Anytime Grandfather's Fiddle gets stroked by the bow.

Verse 4: Grandfather's gone, I didn't really feel sad.
He lives on in his fiddle and bow.
Our kids will know where they come from.
When I play a little fiddle and call out doe si doe, don't ya know!

CHORUS REPEAT