once upon a time in Arkansas
old man sat in his little cabin door,
fiddled at a tune that he liked to hear,
jolly old tune that he played by ear.
was raining hard but the fiddler didn't care
sawed away at the popular air,
his roof tree leaked like a water fall
didn't seem to bother that man at all
traveler was riding by that day,
stopped to hear him a-practicing away
cabin was afloat and his feet were wet,
still the old man didn't seem to fret.
the stranger said: "Now the way it seems to me,
better mend your roof," said he.
the old man said, as he played away:
couldn't mend it now, it's a rainy day."
traveler replied: "That's all quite true,
this, I think, is the thing for you to do;
busy on a day that is fair and bright,
pitch the old roof till it's good and tight."
the old man kept on a-playing at his reel,
tapped the ground with his leathery heel:
along," said he, "for you give me a pain;
cabin never leaks when it doesn't rain."