Michael Martin Murphey Got To Pay The Fiddler
She crossed the Mississippi and she headed west
A hillbilly baby in a hot pink dress
She couldn't stand the slap of daddy's razor strap no more
High heel shoes clicking down the street
Fishnet stockings and aching feet
She was bound and determined and determined not to be bound
To the life of a wife in a sleepy little sawmill town
If you wantna be wild you better beware
It's a dangerous world out there
You roll the dice and you take your chance
But you got to pay the fiddler if you want to dance
Now one night in Vegas it was hot as hell
Who should she meet but the devil himself
Lounging in the back of a long black limousine
Well he peeled a hundred off of his money roll
He said honey what's the price of a young girl's soul
He kept on peeling till she slipped in by his side
He said come on honey let's me and you take a ride
If you wantna be wild you better beware...
You got to pay the fiddler if you want to dance
[ fiddle ]
Suite 6-6-6 in a big hotel
He said kick off your shoes honey rest a spell
I'll be right back just make yourself at home
To kill a little time she turned the TV on
She heard a choir and a gospel song
But when the preacher started shoutin' she couldn't believe her eyes
It was her new sugar daddy preachin' bout paradise
He said send in your money folks everything's got a price
If you wantna be wild you better beware...
You got to pay the fiddler if you want to dance
You got to pay the fiddler if you want to dance
You got to pay the fiddler if you want to dance
