Well the fiddler’s up and bow is flyin’ Momma’s in the kitchen and the bacon is fryin’ Boys can’t dance, by God they’re tryin’ Every time they hear that call, back turn and swing Back turn and swing Back turn and swing Back turn and swing
All the girls jump up and the win is pourin’ Dust comin’ up ‘tween the cracks in the floor, an’ The old folks they don’t dance anymore Unless you play somethin’ slow, back turn and swing Back turn and swing Back turn and swing Back turn and swing
Well this corn come from Joe McMillan It’s better than all last year, my heavens Not so sweet, it’s fifty seven That was a summer old, back turn and swing Back turn and swing Back turn and swing Back turn and swing
Well the fiddler’s up and bow is flyin’ Momma’s in the kitchen and the bacon is fryin’ Boys can’t dance, by God they’re tryin’ Every time they hear that call back turn and swing Back turn and swing Back turn and swing Back turn and swing