Albert is out playing the
: fiddle somewhere. Till the bush pilot lands again, I am

: your affectionate warm puppy,

: oliver

A song for Oliver and E, and all of us who pick songs out of the air...

Don't Cuss The Fiddle

By Kris Kristofferson

"Well I scandalized my brother while admitting that he wrote some pretty songs (and he does)
I heard that he'd been scandalizing me and Lord i knew that that was wrong
(and it was)

Now I'm lookin' at it over something 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 in trouble boy ain't nothin' but another side of you
And if we ever get to heaven boys it ain't because we aint done nothin' wrong.
We're in this gig together so let's settle down and steal each other's songs

I found a wounded brother drinking bitterly away the afternoon
And soon enough he'd turned on me like he did 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 were 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 in trouble boy ain't nothin' but another side of you
And if we ever get to heaven boys it ain't because we aint done nothin' wrong
We're in this gig together so let's settle down and steal each other's songs