Well, down in Mississippi, there's a little bitty town

And there ain't much happens till the sun goes down

Then all the people come from miles around

To hear a little four piece band



There's a dog house bass and a kid on the drums

And a guitar picker just as hot as they come

Up steps a man with a bow on his thumb

And a fiddle in his hand



He tunes up the fiddle and he rosins up the bow

And he plays an old tune called 'Cotton Eyed Joe'

And they dance all night on a hard wood floor

To the redneck fiddlin' man



Good times go by easy

Good times fly away



One night some boys from town came by

With a bellyfull of liquor and the devil in their eye

And they said, "Old man, you're way out'a style

You don't play rock n' roll"



Well, he picked up his fiddle with style and ease

And he played a little rock just as pretty as you please

Then he bent down, turned around, knocked them to their knees

When he played a little mountain soul



Then, he tightened up his bow and he made another pass

And he played 'Sally Good' kinda rowdy and fast

Then he played a little blues and he played a little jazz

Just to show them he could do it all



Good times go by easy

Good times fly away



Well, he tunes up the fiddle and he rosins up the bow

And he plays an old song called 'Cotten Eyed Joe'

And they danced all night on a hard wood floor

To the redneck fiddlin' man, redneck fiddlin' man, redneck fiddlin' man