Artist: Yelawolf Album: Love Story Song: Fiddle Me This Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Yelawolf] Before I say goodbye, I'd like to say good day And I hope you say "good buy" when they ask was it worth for you to pay for my music, for pressin play, for all the stress that went into my songs My love and hate, the most honest I could be with you to date is to say, thank you Shady for lettin me be me with no holds barred Thank you for the chance to enhance this old car This old jar of moonshine is but two fine lines on a blank sheet but so far These two lines point directly to my home on the mothership sonar, valet UFOs, I go park The Dirty South needs a soap bar - in the mouth of these MC's but Who am I to judge on what they love? I guess they enjoy bein broke and co-stars And I'm soakin so hard from the sweat that I could take my clothes off I done fucked and raped the whole yard, should sit back and shake the gold off But I'm already gone, I got a vision like Teller, sons In an envelope like letters, lettuce, green, money, long Wolfpacks in a calzone, I'll keep makin these albums Yeah you might've heard a dial tone but I was on the other line when I hung up the phone I'll send a postcard when I leave, I think about you when I dream And when I'm up under the high beams, I reflect that shining So you can feel the heat of light and life of violence 'til I die in Yeah I done come a long way from Dixie Land, take my hand {*fiddle solo*} [Interlude] I'm talkin lowriders, '77 Devilles L-Dogs, nothin but them 'llacs Sit in the box in the front yard of the trailer park [Yelawolf] Yeah, one time for the single wives and the little cribs (one time) Two times if you know what it's like to fuckin live (two times) Three times in a row you've been late on the rent (three three three!) Four times before you did the same old shit, yeah Baby done grown up, workin that bid like a grown up Fuckin toned up, let the Glock talk, I'ma gon' hush Just like daddy taught me, wait I didn't have one Fuck it I'm happy for him, cause he caught a bad one I popped outta that Easy Bake, land of the 'Bama, clean and safe Dropped outta high school, reason hey, I'm already high from a seedless eighth And they wonder why I speak this way, and ye ain't ever seen this place Well here's your American pie, it's a Dixie piece of CAKE! {*fiddle solo then DJ scratches w/ ad libs to the end*}