I was born in a place called the Boonies
In a forest of sanctified trees
All alone and my only companion
Was my fiddle, my soul and the sea

But got up and I moved to the city
Just to tell them my glorious name
And I go so deducted by women
And this business of going insane

So I made them all laugh at my singing
And I made them all cry when I played
And I played this world round
For the kings, boms and the clowns
And they never heard a fiddle played this way

So I ask you my brothers and my sisters
Could you spare me a dollar or five
Cause I got to get back to the Boonies
And I'd like to get back there alive

Cause I spent all my money on the microphones
And I gave all my love to the wrong girl
And these songs that you're singing
And the fiddle that I'm swinging
But it's all just a [?] this world

So I've got to get back to the Boonies
To my forest of sanctified trees
All alone in my home and my only companion
Is my fiddle, my soul and me