Mark Brine

Lyrics

1. I still can hear... ol' Fiddlin' Sid... singin' "Amazing Grace"
playing the melody... on his violin bow... with a big, tooth-filled smile on his face
Lord, how he loved... the music he played... you could see it, in the glow of his eyes
standing ovations, everywhere that he went... 'n that kind of love never dies

Chorus 1:
Fiddlin' Sid... oh, Fiddlin' Sid... Lord knows how we love what you did...
the pleasures you gave... are the treasures we save... of you, ol' Fiddlin' Sid

2. Sid worked the Opry.. in its earliest days... played Solo.. 'n with Uncle Dave
Road shows, theaters... thru-out this whole land... just tell me, his dues weren't paid
yet, there ain't no plaque hangin'... on the CMA wall... still, I know, someday he'll be there
along with his peers... receiving the rightful... 'n all of the glory they share

(repeat chorus)

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