[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.