Dredging the memory back about 15 years, here's a start for someone to correct....



Fiddler John they say he's crazy
He knows better but he won't say
Every day you can see him sitting there
Dear old John just fiddles away

Chorus:
John, John, play us another one
John, John, play one more
John, John, play us another one
John, John, play one more

Some tell of when old John was a soldier
He was gone for many a year
He came back with a fiddle in his haversack
Broken memories cost him dear

(chorus)

Saturday night and John is welcome
Brandy, wine are all in store
When the dawn is fast approaching
Still they ask for just one more

(chorus)