Fiddle Tunes from the Hills of Home

Words & music A. McKnight, ©1997 Catalooch Music, BMI

Verse 1
They came here from the islands, sailed a great big sea
to new life in America, the land where they’d be free
crossed the Shenandoah, the Clinch and the Tennessee
brought tunes from their homelands, to these mountains and valleys

Verse 2
Add a touch of southern gospel, as the years roll on
these hazy blue ridges, add touches of their own
back porch hoe-down, revival or a jubilee
when I hear the fiddle and the banjo, it means the same to me
Chorus
I’ve given up those highlands, for life along the road
playing my guitar, for folks from coast to coast
but there’s fire in those mountains when they rosin up their bows
how I miss those fiddle tunes, from the hills of home

Verse 3
Now I travel highways, bridges, boats and planes
I know I lead the good life, I’m surely not complaining
nothing makes my heart sing, like that sweet refrain
of an old-time jug band, calling out the fiddler’s name
Chorus