grand If Josephine had left Napoleon and climbed in my lap I'd say, "Go back to Nap" I'd rather lead a band [patter:] A saxophone, a slide trombone A bass fiddle
Jim Lauderdale harmony vocal Skip Edwards piano Don Reed fiddle Pete Andersen guitar Dan Fredman bass Josh Lee White drums
Williams Lucinda Williams lead vocals and acoustic guitar Mickey White acoustic rhythm and lead guitars, harmony vocals Rex Bell electric bass
Doug Atwell fiddle Donald Lindley drums John Ciambotti bass Gurf Morlix guitar Richard Bennett acoustic guitar Jimn Lauderdale harmony
the sound of a motor wheel cryin' Don't renege my love, don't bring it all tumbling down. Drums/Percussion: Arran Ahmun Bass Guitar: Ian Maidman Fretless Bass
Ahmun Bass Guitar: Gerry Rafferty / Pete Zorn Fretless Bass: Mo Foster Keyboards: Alan Clark / Gerry Rafferty Electric Guitars: Jerry Donahue Acoustic Guitar: Gerry Rafferty Saxophone: Mel Collins Uilleann Pipes: Davy Spillane Fiddles
eyes. Drums/Percussion: Arran Ahmun Bass Guitar: Ian Maidman Keyboards: Kenny Craddock / Gerry Rafferty Electric Guitars: Jerry Donahue Uilleann Pipes: Davy Spillane Whistle: Davy Spillane Fiddles
the fiddle And grandpa's got the bass It's Christmas in Carolina It's Christmas all over the place Grandma's got the fiddle Grandpa's got the bass When
And compound this with rude soulless obliqueness Everything's coming to a grinding halt I use such long words It's all clever stuff All this charming childish fiddling
sing low, some sing higher Some sing out loud on the telephone wires And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they got now Listen to the bass
oughta try a little flat footin' yourself And you'll be flat-footin' it, flat gettin' it Don't know just how good it is Until you hear that bass fiddle
This is the story of foolish Prince Bass Fiddle and wise Jerry Kemal. As you remember, last time, the Prince was found without a dime on the Ponce Valdez
til' were blue in the face fre-fre-fresher than toothpaste you know how we do in the place the crowd accumulates when he's tuning the bass the fiddle
me Piano it marks the good pace Ooh yeah, the good pace Don't know if it's right, but I like the bass So turn up the bass Hear the fiddles as they
over the world, by the cityfolk and the cowgirl I'm going down in history as the baddest cowboy there ever could be Got Greg on the bass, Slim on the fiddle
sing low, some sing higher Some sing out loud on the telephone wire And some just clap their hands, or paws or anything they got now Listen to the bass
all my Life tales, she's heard them many times. I'll make up some New juicier parts, drink cold whiskey from a tin cup, sit in A lawn chair and fiddle