He was a little guy and he was a little shy
And he fiddled ‘till his fiddle was burning
Sparks and smoke with every stroke
When he played the world stopped turning

There was fear in town when they heard the sound
People swore the devil was playing
Shutters were locked and doors were blocked
And kids were told to stay in
A scared old man with a shaky hand
Said the fiddler must be banished
If we don’t this town will burn to the ground
Into nothing we will vanish

That night on the square every man was there
They knew what had to happen
Three-pronged forks and the blessing of the lord
And bludgeons were their weapons
On the edge of town the fiddler was found
And silently surrounded
The lord was praised as sticks were raised
To finish off the hounded

A gentle breeze made the old man sneeze
And the fiddler jumped up off his knees
He faced the crowd and he spoke out loud
I’ll prove I’m not what you’re on about
He jumped up a tree so they all could see
Dancing shoes at the fiddler’s feet
And a farmer knows at the devil’s paws
There ain’t no heels or toes

In the light of the moon he played his tune
While he clicked his toes and heels
Kickin’ his feet at lightning speed
As he fiddled his jigs and reels

He was a little guy and he was a little shy
And he fiddled his fiddle on fire
With a tune and a dance and an audience
Has never been more excited