Roots of American Fiddle Music
•"hell, there ain't no notes to it...you just play it"

Roll 'Em on the Ground
Skillet Lickers

Roll'em boys, roll'em on the ground
Shoot seven eleven, roll'em all around

When she sees me comin
She tosses her head and smiles
When she sees me leaving
She hangs her head and cries

Roll'em boys, roll'em on the ground
Shoot seven eleven, roll'em all around

...........if I'm rough and rowdy
Everytime I see that gal
She hardly tells me howdy

Roll'em boys, roll'em on the ground
Shoot seven eleven, roll'em all around

I went to kiss my gal last night
For love I wasn't seeking
I missed her mouth and kissed her nose
The gosh darned thing was leaking

Roll'em boys, roll'em on the ground
Shoot seven eleven, roll'em all around

Roll'em boys, roll'em on the ground
Shoot seven eleven, roll'em all around

I met a possum in the road
I asked him where he was gwine
I ain't got time to tell you now
A little black dog is behind

Roll'em boys, roll'em on the ground
Shoot seven eleven, roll'em all around