From LP cover of the first airing of "Uncle" - on "The Fields of November" (Flying Fish 004, 1974) Uncle ~ Norman Blake Well, he fiddled all his natural life And he farmed a long, long time His wife and kids passed away And left him here behind He came one day to live with us When I was a child Still he had to ramble 'round The countryside awhile (Chorus) Money was scarce and times was bad And groceries mighty plain Was it to do over, boys, I’d live them times again (fiddle break) He’d leave home with nothing much He’d come back a-leadin' a cow Lord, he always rode a horse or mule He'd traded for somehow It learns a boy to have someone To show him things sometimes To set him straight on down the road And help to ease his mind (Chorus) (fiddle break) Well you know I road behind him there Maybe three or four miles Up that creek and across that bridge He fiddled all the while They'd clear out a room and then we’d play While they danced around If we made any money there We’d always split it down (Chorus) (fiddle break) Now I recall them times so well They seem like yesterday Livin' just the two of us And all the tunes we’d play Now he's gone away someplace There’s nothin' left to show But an old brown fiddle on the wall Hangin' next to a worn out bow (Chorus) (fiddle break)
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