I had a terrible dream.
I dreamed they died and they buried me.
As I walked up to meet my maker, he said,
we ain't got no room for a fiddle player.
St.
Peter said, son, can't you read the sign?
There it was, right before my eyes
There was a circle with a fiddle
And a line running through
And underneath it said
No accordions too
Well, they threw me into that fiery pit
It felt like forever till the time I hit
Down I went and to the bottom was well
Till I passed the sign said howdy,
welcome to hell
My welcoming committee
was a five piece band
They said we're real glad to see ya
And they shook my hand
They had twelve eyes between them
And half as many teeth
And I thought to myself
They look like musicians to me
They said the headman's in
Georgia on a holiday
And he took his fiddle with him,
so we're
glad you came
We're itchin' to play, if you can't tell
Hope you're ready for a hoedown in hell I said I'm sorry,
there's got to be some
kind of mistake I ain't
supposed to be here
They said shut up and play the song is called tie
a yellow ribbon around the old oak tree
And you can start it off
ready one two three
Then we played every song that
Barry
Manilow wrote
Tom
Jones
Pat
Boone and the theme from love boat
They put me in a tuxedo with
my hair full of gel.
They said we're playing all night
Why do you think they call it?
I started running, had to get away I knew if they caught me,
there'd be hell to pay
Then I woke up to the
alarm clock's bell
And that's how I survived the hole down
in hell
Well, the head man's in
Georgia on a holiday
And he took his fiddle with him,
so we're
glad you came
We're in tune to play,
if you can't tell
Hope you're ready for a
hoedown in hell
The head man's in
Georgia on a holiday
And he took his fiddle with him,
so we're glad you came
We're itching to play if you can't tell
Hope you're ready for
a hoedown in hell
For a hoedown in hell
For a hoedown in hell
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