Sawing on the Strings

Note: This is the version played at Philmont Scout Ranch in New Mexico. I do not know if it's the version you're looking for, but it probably is (hope so!)

Hello Everybody! - How Do You Do?
We're Here to Sing and Play for You!

Way back in the mountains, way back in the hills
There used to be a mountaineer, they called him fiddlin' Will
Now he could play most anything, and some said he could sing
But the one thing that he liked to do best was sawin' on the strings.

So get out the fiddle and rosin up the bow,
look at old Will just a-tappin' his toes
We'll make music til the rafters ring,
the old man pickin' and sawin' on the strings

When the neighbors had a shindig, and they all had fiddles to eat (???)
They always had to wait on Will for the frolic to be complete
When he came down from the mountains, all the gals began to swing
Sometimes he'd pick that old five string until the break of day

So get out the five string and tighten up the hide,
Tell all the old folks to get inside
We'll make music til the rafters ring,
the old man pickin' and sawin' on the strings

So get out the five string and tighten up the hide,
Tell all the old folks to get inside
We'll make music til the rafters ring,
the old man pickin' and sawin' on the strings