The Legend Of Dan Piddle

I once knew a man
who's name was Dan Piddle
Was a dirty old man
who sure liked to piddle
But that old man 
could sure play the fiddle
The dirty old man....they called Dan Piddle

Had an old brown dog
and some cats in the middle
He chewed his tobacco
and his jaw held some spittle
Ate from old tin cans
he'd find in the litter
The dirty old man....they called Dan Piddle

Drove an old red truck
when he came to the city
It was covered in mud
and not very pretty
People would gather
and some just  snickered
'Till he went to his truck.... an' he played that fiddle

He'd come every week
same day to the city
To get a few things
with a bag full of pennies
He'd buy some flour
he could cook on the griddle
But before he left....he always played that fiddle

Now weeks went by
nobody saw Dan Piddle
The folks were wondering
though they cared very little
They went to see
to try to solve the riddle
Of the dirty old man....they called Dan Piddle

Now they found old Dan
about a mile or so
Sitting dead in his truck
out down by the road
Had a smile on his face
sitting next to his fiddle
The dirty old man....they called Dan Piddle

Now they buried old Dan
but they kept his fiddle
found a note inside
and it made for a riddle
The note said, "Dan,
This Strad's for you,
thanks for the years we got to listen to you"

Well I once knew a man
who's name was Dan Piddle
Was a dirty old man
who sure liked to piddle
When I go to town now
I sure miss that fiddle
And the dirty old man.... they called Dan Piddle