GUEST, your verses here helped me find it! Glad I did find it cause this one's been bugging me. Couldn't find it last time, but with your expanded lyrics, I was able to find it. From the Mudcat thread "Songs that Haunt You" the song is The Curse by Larry Groce (listen)


Way back in the hills where the ginseng grows,
Back in a hollow where nobody goes,
There lives an old man that you never will see.
He lives in a hollowed-out sycamore tree.
Deer hunters tell of an awful fright,
Waking up cold in the middle of the night.
Far, far away comes the mournful tune
Of the old man's fiddle in the light of the moon.

When the man was a lad, so the stories all go,
A better fiddler never lifted a bow.
Every dance, every party for miles around,
Well, they hopped to the tune of his fiddlin' sound.
He met a young lady one night in June,
Sweeter than the sweetest fiddlin' tune.
After the night had passed away,
They swore they'd marry on the very next day.

Well, the music rang out for the bride and the groom,
The fiddle and the bell and the dulcimer too.
An old woman stood when the party had done.
She said: "Beware of the settin' of the sun."
The young man laughed and he took his bride.
They went to the hills for their weddin' night.
They soon forgot what the woman had said,
And when the sun went down, his bride was dead.

Way back in the hills where the ginseng grows,
Back in the hollows where nobody goes,
There lives an old man that you never will see.
He lives in a hollowed-out sycamore tree.
Deer hunters tell of an awful fright,
Waking up cold in the middle of the night.
Far, far away comes the mournful tune
Of the old man's fiddle in the light of the moon.