Corb Lund Big Butch Bass Bull Fiddle (from Hair In My Eyes Like a Highland Steer, 2005) lyrics

I been playin root-five for most of the night
And most of the times, well, i don't really mind
But once in awhile i get the chance to shine
And look out, baby, when the stage is mine
The good lord knows i do the best i can
On the big, bitch, butch, bull fiddle baby here i am

I got the black horsehair on my big bass bow
A little meaner than the sorrel that was on it before
Sawin back and forth to meet the big bass drum
And pretty soon you can hear the rhythm section hum


I gotta buy an extra seat when i ride the airplane
Or the womens and the childrens and the pilot complain
Cuz it sure don't fit in the overhead bin
And leavin her behind is bassically a sin

Yes, leavin her behind might save a little space
And i ain't no slouch on the electrical bass
But somethin kinda happens when the f-holes sing
With the snappin and the poppin of the flat wound strings