Got to Pay the Fiddler (Album Version)

Got To Pay The Fiddler - Michael Martin Murphey (邁可-馬丁-墨菲)

She crossed the Mississippi and she headed west

A hillbilly baby in a hot pink dress

Couldn't stand the slap

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

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

Got to pay the fiddler if you want to dance

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

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

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

If you want to dance