Story Behind The Song
Inspiration for this song comes from a talented young lady that plays with major acts all over World.
Song Description
Beautiful girl who can burn a fiddle up!
| Song Length |
3:25 |
Genre |
Country - Rock, Country - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Multiple Tempos |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Welcoming, Enchanting |
Subject |
Show Biz, Happiness |
| Similar Artists |
Alabama, The Band |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Well here?s a story bout a backwoods girl from Tennessee
Not your average girl, but one that you just got to see
Although there is talent that runs all through her family
Ain?t no one expected just how talented this girl would be
Although she?s playing country and you might be into rock & roll
When you see her tear some fiddle up it a definitely rock your soul
That bright red hair flies in the wind and then off to one side
Then she rips that tune up and takes you for a ride
Well she?s fire on the fiddle
With bright red flowing hair
Ya know, she?s fire on the fiddle
When people stop and stare
When her bow swipes those 4 strings
The friction starts a flame
Between her hair and that fiddle
We?ll say fire is her name
Every time that girl gets up there on that big old lit up stage
The furthest thing that comes to mind is Seger?s turn the page
With such talent and those looks that sure could kill
One look at her face and you could see her life?s a thrill
On that fiddle like a wild cat she moves in on her prey
Then she?ll wink and smile as she sets her bow to play
Then she?ll play in almost a violent kind of way
That smoke and fire and flames and things will turn the night to day
Well she?s fire on the fiddle
With bright red flowing hair
Ya know, she?s fire on the fiddle
When people stop and stare
When her bow swipes those 4 strings
The friction starts a flame
Between her hair and that fiddle
We?ll say fire is her name
As the smoke clears
and there?s nothing left but dust
The fiddles burned up
and the bow just looks like crust
What you do when you think
she?s reached her end
Is throw her another bow and fiddle
And say-Girl play that song again!
Well she?s fire on the fiddle
With bright red flowing hair
Ya know, she?s fire on the fiddle
When people stop and stare
When her bow swipes those 4 strings
The friction starts a flame
Between her hair and that fiddle
We?ll say fire is her name