The Bluegrass Fiddler Lyrics

Well I was walkin' around feelin' lost
Wonderin' what to do
Tourists everywhere
With no time to spare
I was feelin' lonesome and blue

I looked around in the paper
For the sights to see
It seemed a little absurd
I thought, oh my word
I'm goin' to a jamboree

She's the bluegrass fiddler of London
Up north in Kentish Town
For the music that's so fine
Head on up to the Vine
For a taste of that old-time sound

Now I got nothin' against the punk rockers,
The hot-town women with the belly button rings
But when I just got to let loose
I hop on the caboose
To listen to them old fiddle strings

She's the bluegrass fiddler of London
Up north in Kentish Town
For the music that's so fine
Head on up to the Vine
For a taste of that old-time sound

Soon I'll head back to Massachusetts
Though I'll be sorry to part
Now I loved that beans and toast
But what I'll remember most
Was how that fiddle warmed my lonely heart

She's the bluegrass fiddler of London
Up north in Kentish Town
For the music that's so fine
Head on up to the Vine
For a taste of that old-time sound