I'm heading 'cross the Yadkin river, for the Blue Ridge hills ;

Daddy's banjo and grandpa's fiddle, come to show my skills;

Down in FIDDLER'S GROVE! Down in FIDDLER'S GROVE!

 

Dad and Grandpa lived on Brushy Mountain, played right here every May ;

Tales of music that they keep recountin', up to this present day;

Down in FIDDLER'S GROVE! Down in FIDDLER'S GROVE!

 

Western Carolina's got the best fiddlers!

They play that bluegrass real sweet;

Double-stoppin', fancy chopping, slidin', and shufflin'

And my, that blessed ramblin' beat!  Tap your feet! 

 

Folks jumpin' on the stage and cloggin'; heel and toe, stomp that shoe!

Masters coolin' down their bows with rosin--Listen up- there's somethin' new!

Down in FIDDLER'S GROVE! Down in FIDDLER'S GROVE!

Yes-sir, I'm down in FIDDLER'S GROVE!  Yes indeed.

 

Western Carolina's got the best fiddlers!

They play the hottest howlin' licks;

Mandolins and 5-string banjoes, double bass and dobro;

The band can't hold their flamin' picks!  Blessed day!

 

Fiddlers showin' up at Van Hoy's bandstand--Come on in, start a jam!

Huddle with a banjo or a mandolin man--Join in, it's quite a slam!

Down in FIDDLER'S GROVE! Down in FIDDLER'S GROVE!

God Lord, I'm here in FIDDLER'S GROVE!  Yes indeed!