Put a little fiddle in the middle it'll make it better
Warm your heart like an old love letter
Make you feel like the day you met her
Put some fiddle in the middle it'll make it better
Well she called me on the phone, told me she was gone
I swear I never did that little girl no wrong
She left without a warnin, on a Monday it was stormin
And I knew I had to write this song
Didn't think I had it in me so I called my buddy jimmy
To see what kind of advice my favorite hippy would give me
He said it ain't about the start, it's not about the finish
It's all about the in between
Said put some fiddle in the middle it'll make it better
Warm your heart like an old love letter
Make you feel like the day you met her
Just put some fiddle in the middle it'll make it better
Took off with the last bottle of wine
Gonna spend the night with a friend of mine
Maybe one of the two will change my mind
And send me home to you
I can't sleep without a lullaby
An old fiddle tune will do just fine
Play me somethin slow that makes me cry
And I'll come home to you
So put some fiddle in the middle it'll make it better
Warm your heart like an old love letter
Make you feel like the day you met her
Put some fiddle in the middle it'll make it better
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