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

Sugar Hill
Bogtrotters

Wanna get your eye knocked out, if wanna get your fill
If you wanna get your head cut off, just go to sugar hill

Jaybird's on the mountain top and redbird on the ground
Blackbird in the sugar tree a shaking that sugar down

Aunt Betty got mighty sick, what do you reckon ailed her
Drunk three quarts of sugar top and then her stomach failed her

Ten cents in my pocket book and don't you hear it jingle,
Going to court them pretty gals as long as I stay single

Jaybird pulled a big plow, and afar a why not you
His legs is so slender, I'm afraid they'll break in two

Yonder comes my own true love, and how do you reckon I know,
Tell her by her shoe fly dress that come from Sugar's store