The Old Man at the Mill (T.C. Ashley) - Clint Howard; Clint Howard, vocal and guitar in G position, standard tuning, Fred Price, fiddle.
FIDDLE SOLO
Same old man, a-living at the mill
The mill turns around with its own free will
One hand in the hopper, and the other in the sack
Ladies step forwards and the gents fall back
Down set an owl with its head all white
A lonesome day and a lonesome night
Thought I heard some pretty girl say,
"I court all night and sleep next day."
Same old man, a-living at the mill
The mill turns around with its own free will
One hand in the hopper, and the other in the sack
Ladies step forwards and the gents fall back
FIDDLE SOLO
Then said a raven, and she flew,
"If I was a young man, I'd have two.
One for to knit and the other for to sew,
And I have another string to my bow, bow, bow."
Same old man, a-living at the mill
The mill turns around with its own free will
One hand in the hopper, and the other in the sack
Ladies step forwards and the gents fall back
My old man's from Kalamazoo,
And he don't wear no, "Yes, I do,
First to the left and then to the right,
And this old mill grinds day and night."
Same old man, a-living at the mill
The mill turns around with its own free will
One hand in the hopper, and the other in the sack
Ladies step forwards and the gents fall back
FIDDLE SOLO
Same old man, a-living at the mill
The mill turns around with its own free will
One hand in the hopper, and the other in the sack
Ladies step forwards and the gents fall back
Down set an owl with its head all white
A lonesome day and a lonesome night
Thought I heard some pretty girl say,
"I court all night and sleep next day."
Same old man, a-living at the mill
The mill turns around with its own free will
One hand in the hopper, and the other in the sack
Ladies step forwards and the gents fall back
FIDDLE SOLO
Then said a raven, and she flew,
"If I was a young man, I'd have two.
One for to knit and the other for to sew,
And I have another string to my bow, bow, bow."
Same old man, a-living at the mill
The mill turns around with its own free will
One hand in the hopper, and the other in the sack
Ladies step forwards and the gents fall back
My old man's from Kalamazoo,
And he don't wear no, "Yes, I do,
First to the left and then to the right,
And this old mill grinds day and night."
Same old man, a-living at the mill
The mill turns around with its own free will
One hand in the hopper, and the other in the sack
Ladies step forwards and the gents fall back