Michael Martin Murphey - Got to Pay the Fiddler lyrics

She crossed the Mississippi and she headed west A hillbilly baby in a hot pink dress She couldn't stand the slap of daddy's razor strap no more High heel shoes clicking down the street Fishnet stockings and aching feet She was bound and determined and determined not to be bound To the life of a wife in a sleepy little sawmill town If you wanna be wild you better beware It's a dangerous world out there You roll the dice and you take your chance But you got to pay the fiddler if you want to dance Now one night in Vegas it was hot as hell Who should she meet but the devil himself Lounging in the back of a long black limousine Well he peeled a hundred off of his money roll He said honey what's the price of a young girl's soul He kept on peeling till she slipped in by his side He said come on honey let's me and you take a ride If you wanna be wild you better beware... You got to pay the fiddler if you want to dance Suite 6-6-6 in a big hotel He said kick off your shoes honey rest a spell I'll be right back just make yourself at home To k** a little time she turned the TV on She heard a choir and a gospel song But when the preacher started shoutin' she couldn't believe her eyes It was her new sugar daddy preachin' bout paradise He said send in your money folks everything's got a price If you wanna be wild you better beware... You got to pay the fiddler if you want to dance You got to pay the fiddler if you want to dance You got to pay the fiddler if you want to dance