Well, down in Mississippi, there's a little bitty town And there ain't much happens 'till the sun goes down Then all the people come from miles around To hear a little four-piece band There's a dog house ba** and a kid on the drums And a guitar picker just as hot as they come Up steps a man with a bow on his thumb and a fiddle in his hand He tunes up the fiddle and he rosins up the bow And he plays an old tune called "Cotton Eyed Joe" And they dance all night on a hard wood floor to the redneck fiddlin' man CHORUS: Good times go by easy Good times fly away One night some boys from town came by With a bellyfull of liquor and the devil in their eye And they said, "Old man, you're way out'a style You don't play Rock N' Roll" Well, he picked up his fiddle with style and ease And he played a little rock just as pretty as you please Then he bent down, turned around, knocked them to their knees When he played a little mountain soul Then, he tightened up his bow and he made another pa** And he played "Sally Good'N" kinda' rowdy and fast Then he played a little blues and he played a little jazz Just to show them he could do it all CHORUS