"Sawin' On The Fiddle" lyrics

Started working on a farm I was just a kid
Never got much money for the work I did
Work all day long till the sun goes down
And I was too tired to go to town
Oh, and I sure did like to go to town

So I bum an old fiddle and I learned a few rhymes
[?] working in a red hot sun
Don't wanna feed no chickens [?] no hogs
Sawing on the fiddle beats sawing on a log

Sawing on the fiddle beats sawing on a log
Pays a lot more than working on a farm
Tired of living like a poor man, treated like a dog
Sawing on the fiddle beats sawing on a log

Then I left the farm, I thought I had it right
"Gonna try me a taste of city life"
Had to keep on playing till it finally got good
[?] saw a fiddle and I had chopped wood

Sawing on the fiddle beats sawing on a log
Pays a lot more than working on a farm
Tired of living like a poor man, treated like a dog
Sawing on the fiddle beats sawing on a log

And then one day this band came to town
And said, "Johnny, I like the way that you sound"
Get your fiddle son, get on the bus
My momma started crying, my daddy started to cuss

Well, sawing on the fiddle beats sawing on a log
Pays a lot more than working on a farm
Tired of living like a poor man, treated like a dog
Sawing on the fiddle beats sawing on logs
Sawing on the fiddle beats sawing on logs