Em……………..D
Make my bed with a crease in the middle
B7……………..Em
Make my home in the Hollywoodish hills
Make my livin’ on a hillbilly fiddle
Playin’ little runs and a funky little fills

Well I got me a gal, from playin on the fiddle
And the harder that I fiddle, the harder that she comes along
And I gotta get happy, when we wiggle in the middle
Cause that’s when I know they’re gonna come home
Cause that’s when I know
 
D………….G….Em
Play fiddle play all day long I hear you screamin’ at me
C……..B7.……..Em
Way far away in the yard

Well, I wrote this song with a vamp in the middle,
And I knew when I wrote it, that I'd written it for the fiddle. 

Play, fiddle, play.
All day long, I hear you screamin' at me
Way far away in the yard.