"Aunt Peg's New Old Man" lyrics - ROBBIE FULKS

We came up the hill to meet him
In the dirt patch he was waiting
That was our first look at Aunt
Peg's new old man
Uncle Hank was seventy five
He lived well and then he died
And none of us had nothing against her
New old man

[Chorus:]
She liked his fiddling
No doubt
Liked his help on the railroad route
And the rest didn't bear thinking about
Aunt Peg's new old man

We sat down and we got fed
A long grace but what a spread
The chicken was just an hour dead
And the stew was made of barley
I pulled out my banjo after a while
But he didn't like the Scruggs style
'Listen up boy this here's called
Going down to Raleigh'
Old Aunt Peg begun to frail
They got going on a Texas gail
Hit my ears like an awful wail
I wish I could hear again
He had no use for the modern stuff
His back was strong his hands were rough
But he rocked her old eggs sure enough
Aunt Peg's new old man
Now they played the dances and made the rounds
Gave [?]
The tunes they knew no one could count
It was all the heads and the hands
And you can do worse as a widow
And then to find a man the spade and hoe
And raise a little hell with the longbow
Aunt Peg's new old man

[Chorus:]
She liked just fiddling
No doubt
Liked his help on the railroad route
And the rest didn't bear thinking about
Aunt Peg's new old man
She liked just fiddeling
No doubt
Liked his help on the railroad route
And the rest I don't want to think about
Aunt Peg's new old man