Fu' De Peace O' My Eachin' Heels, Set Down; Don' Fiddle Dat Chune No Mo'. Don' You See How Dat Melody Stuhs Me Up An' Baigs Me To Tek To De Flo'? You Knows I 'S A Christian, Good An' Strong; I Wusship F'Om June To June; My Pra'Ahs Dey Ah Loud An' My Hymns Ah Long: I Baig You Don' Fiddle Dat Chune. I 'S A Crick In My Back An' A Misery Hyeah Whaih De J'Ints 'S Gittin' Ol' An' Stiff, But Hit Seems Lak You Brings Me De Bref O' My Youf; W'Y, I 'S Suttain I Noticed A W'Iff. Don' Fiddle Dat Chune No Mo', My Chile, Don' Fiddle Dat Chune No Mo'; I 'll Git Up An' Taih Up Dis Groun' Fu' A Mile, An' Den I 'll Be Chu'Ched Fu' It, Sho'. Oh, Fiddle Dat Chune Some Mo', I Say, An' Fiddle It Loud An' Fas': I'S A Youngstah Ergin In De Mi'St O' My Sin; De P'Esent 'S Gone Back To De Pas'. I 'll Dance To Dat Chune, So Des Fiddle Erway; I Knows How De Backslidah Feels; So Fiddle It On 'Twell De Break O' De Day Fu' De Sake O' My Eachin' Heels.