[E]Well up on the middle of the mountain side
Where the red and the Gray Squirrels play.
[A]And the sound of a fiddle [E]when the old man died,
Would've carried his soul a-[C#m]wa-aay.
[E]And some boys hammered on the steel all day,
And some put a furrow in the ground.
But nobody did it like the darlin' boys
When the fiddle and the bow c[C#m]ame do-own
When [E]the fiddle and the boy came down.
[B]Oh the darlin' boys, they all dressed funny,
An the darlin' boys, they talked real slow.
But nobody didn it like the darlin' boys,
[A]when it came to the old ban-jooo,
When it came [E]to the old banjo.
Well down in the middle of a one horse town
Where the people stand up [B]high.
They pay by the gallon, [E]when the boys came down,
Cause the little [C#m]town was dry-yyy.
[E]For the darlin' boys, they trapped on the river,
And darlin' boys made shine [A]in the night.
Nobody did it like [E]the darlin' boys,
When the time of the moon was [C#m]ri-iight.
[E]When the time of the moon was right.
[B]Well the darlin' boys, they all dressed funny,
An the darlin' boys, they talked real slow.
But nobody didn it like the darlin' boys,
[A]when it came to the old ban-jooo,
[E]when it came to the old banjo.
[B]Well the darlin' boys, they all dressed funny,
An the darlin' boys, they talked real slow.
But nobody didn it like the darlin' boys,
[A]when it came to the old ban-jooo,
[E]when it came to the old banjo.