I scandalized my brother While admitting that he sang some pretty songs I'd heard that he'd been scandalizing me And Lord, I knew that that was wrong.
Now I'm looking at it over somethin' cool And feeling fool enough to see What I had called my brother on Now he had every right to call on me.
Don't ever cuss that fiddle boy Unless you want that fiddle out of tune That picker there's in trouble boy Ain't nothin' but another side of you.
If we ever get to heaven boys It ain't because we ain't done nothin' wrong We're in this gig together So let's settle down and steal each other's song.
I found a wounded brother Drinkin' bitterly away the afternoon And soon enough he turned on me Like he'd done every face in that saloon.
Well, we cussed him to the ground And said he couldn't even steal a decent song But soon as it was spoken We was sad enough to wish that we were wrong.
Don't ever cuss that fiddle boy Unless you want that fiddle out of tune That picker there's in trouble boy Ain't nothin' but another side of you.
I know that it sounds silly But I think that I just stole somebody's song She's a good timin' woman In love with a good two timin' man. And she loves him in spite of the way That she don't understand.