Ebo Walker Songtext
von The Dillards

Ebo Walker was a good old man

Now Ebo Walker was born in Kentucky
And raised by his daddy on a hillside farm
He took up fiddle playing just for fun
That′s the last work Ebo Walker done

(Ebo Walker was a good old man)
(Ebo Walker was a good old man)

Now Ebo Walker, he left Kentucky
'Cause Ebo′s daddy said, "Durn your hide
You won't plant corn, and you won't make hay
You sit on the porch and play that thing all day"


Now, Ebo Walker, he walked through the mountains
With his fiddle in his sack and his shoes in his hand
He fiddled a tune for the folks he met
Just to fill his belly and keep his whistle away

(Ebo Walker was a good old man)
(Ebo Walker was a good old man)

Now Ebo Walker, he left Kentucky
′Cause Ebo′s daddy said, "Durn your hide
You won't plant corn, and you won′t make hay
You sit on the porch and play that thing all day"

Now Ebo Walker, he walked and he fiddled
And he fiddled and worked, and he drank till he died
But I've heard tell when the winds are down
And the moon shines bright, and the leaves are brown
You can hear old Ebo fiddling all around

(Ebo Walker was a good old man)
Ebo Walker was a good old man