Well, down in Mississippi, there's a little bitty town   And there ain't much happens till the sun goes down   Then all the people come from miles around   To hear a little four piece band      There's a dog house bass and a kid on the drums   And a guitar picker just as hot as they come   Up steps a man with a bow on his thumb   And a fiddle in his hand      He tunes up the fiddle and he rosins up the bow   And he plays an old tune called 'Cotton Eyed Joe'   And they dance all night on a hard wood floor   To the redneck fiddlin' man      Good times go by easy   Good times fly away      One night some boys from town came by   With a bellyfull of liquor and the devil in their eye   And they said, "Old man, you're way out'a style   You don't play rock n' roll"      Well, he picked up his fiddle with style and ease   And he played a little rock just as pretty as you please   Then he bent down, turned around, knocked them to their knees   When he played a little mountain soul      Then, he tightened up his bow and he made another pass   And he played 'Sally Good' kinda rowdy and fast   Then he played a little blues and he played a little jazz   Just to show them he could do it all      Good times go by easy   Good times fly away      Well, he tunes up the fiddle and he rosins up the bow   And he plays an old song called 'Cotten Eyed Joe'   And they danced all night on a hard wood floor   To the redneck fiddlin' man, redneck fiddlin' man, redneck fiddlin' man