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FIDDLE KING - (by Gordon McLeod)  Year: 2004
Gordon McLeod A rootsy American song with smokin' hot authentic fiddle and banjo accompaniment telling the story of an old time fiddler from the Civil War era as seen through the eyes of his young protege. Perfect for film or documentary sound tracks, movie trailers, television shows and live performance. Male Vocals, Americana, Americana
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267501 4:19 Medium 105   


Track Summary
Music Track Title: Fiddle King
Catalog ID: 267501  ISRC: US5UL0716327
Description: A rootsy American song with smokin' hot authentic fiddle and banjo accompaniment telling the story of an old time fiddler from the Civil War era as seen through the eyes of his young protege. Perfect for film or documentary sound tracks, movie trailers, television shows and live performance.

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Artist or Group: Gordon McLeod

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Keywords: Film, movie soundtrack, documentary Fiddle, Banjo, Civil War, trailer, television Americana, folk song confederate North Carolina Cold Mountain Fiddle King (©Words and music by Gordon McLeod) gordon@beyond-the-pale. com Verse 1 When the weather turned warm enough to wander And the Carolina moon shone full in the spring, With a boy’s delight I knew he was back By that sweet scratchin’ sound of his fiddle strings. Some nights I’d sneak and follow him To the old barn dance where he’d play and sing. And the horsehair rubbin’ on the catgut Made my bare feet shuffle and my little heart sing. Bridge 1 They said he was no count and lazy, tradin’ his life for a fiddle’s ring, Most said he was just crazy, but to me He was the Fiddle King. Verse 2 He drank whiskey whenever he could In an old hollw log he’d lay up for days. But he was never too drunk to remember Any tune I asked him to play. He played “Devil in the Strawstack”, “Jack O’ Diamonds” and “Bonaparte’s Retreat”. He’d whip his bow into a Georgia shuffle, Made his eyes shine bright, and give him dancin’ feet. B

Music Genre > Subgenre
    Americana Music
       Americana Roots Music
Extended Properties
  Duration: 4:19   Tempo: Medium   BPM: 105
   Arrangement: Band / Ensemble
   Instruments: Guitar, Banjo, Drum Kit, Bass, Folk Fiddle, Vocals
   Vocal Mix: Male Vocals
   Language: English
Use Restrictions: Use in pornographic, x-rated, sexually stimulating or similar productions prohibited
Use in products or productions advocating racial, sexual or similar discrimination or bias prohibited


Moods: Bittersweet, Building, Dramatic, Escalating, Glorious, Grand, Haunting, Heroic, Inspiring, Lofty, Marching, Moving, Nostalgic, Patriotic, Powerful, Proud, Reflective, Rousing, Stirring, Touching

Styles: Backwoods / Folksy, Civil War, Documentary, Drama / Mature, Film Vocal, History, Movie Trailer, Section / Credits, Travel Channel, TV Vocal

Regions: USA

Lyrical Topics: Boys, History, Oppressing, War, America

Lyrics
Fiddle King (©Words and music by Gordon McLeod) gordon@beyond-the-pale.com
Verse 1
When the weather turned warm enough to wander
And the Carolina moon shone full in the spring,
With a boy’s delight I knew he was back
By that sweet scratchin’ sound of his fiddle strings.
Some nights I’d sneak and follow him
To the old barn dance where he’d play and sing.
And the horsehair rubbin’ on the catgut
Made my bare feet shuffle and my little heart sing.

Bridge 1
They said he was no count and lazy, tradin’ his life for a fiddle’s ring,
Most said he was just crazy, but to me
He was the Fiddle King.

Verse 2
He drank whisky whenever he could
In an old hollw log he’d lay up for days.
But he was never too drunk to remember
Any tune I asked him to play.
He played “Devil in the Strawstack”,
“Jack O’ Diamonds” and “Bonaparte’s Retreat”.
He’d whip his bow into a Georgia shuffle,
Made his eyes shine bright, and give him dancin’ feet.

Bridge 2
Mama said she snatch me bald if she ever caught me puttin’ bow to strings,
She said the fiddle was the Devil’s toy but it sounded like Heaven
In the hands of the King.

Verse 3
They said he’d run from the Army
That the old Home Guard would soon make him swing.
He said it wasn’t his war, he wouldn’t fight no more
He was goin’ down to Georgia after the spring.
The last time I heard him play The Guard had him backed up to a cottonwood tree.
His last request was “Bonaparte’s Retreat”,
I always thought he played that tune just for me.

Bridge 3
Some said he was shiftless and lazy, tradin’ his life for a fiddle’s ring,
Most said he was plain crazy, but to me… oH!
Mama said he died a sinner, wasted his life on the Devil’s plaything,
Well that may be so but somehow I know that right now
He’s in the hands of the King------Fiddle King.
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