Get Me My Fiddle (Larry Kaplan) chorus Get me my fiddle, we'll sing all the old songs You take the high notes and I'll sing the low Good times and hard times, they're all worth the telling It don't matter to me if you sing 'em that well Blue skies, white clouds Fish jumpin' into your hand What a day to be fishing old Nantucket Sound From the island up to the mainland (chorus) Worn-out, smellin' of bait Come back when the wind drives you home And the sun over West Chalk, the warm summer breezes Make you think that things never could change (chorus) I remember the days when you worked for a living Pulling hard just to get back to shore And you busted your back and you just couldn't leave You don't talk much of that any more (chorus) Stayed up with the old folks, fell asleep to their stories Played a tune to the hollering wind Sang a song while the children were tucked away warm And the night hearts came rolling back in (chorus) @music @home filename[ MYFIDDLE MC ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===