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Oh, once upon a time in ArkansasAn old man sat in his little cabin doorAnd fiddled at a tune that he liked to hearA jolly old tune that he played by ear.It was raining hard but the fiddler didn't careHe sawed away at the popular airThough his rooftop leaked like a waterfallThat didn't seem to bother the old man at all.A traveler was riding by that dayAnd stopped to hear him a-fiddling awayThe cabin was afloat and his feet were wetBut the old man still didn't seem to fret.So the stranger said Now the way it seems to meYou'd better mend your roof said heBut the old man said as he played awayI couldn't mend it now it's a rainy day.The traveler replied that's all quite trueBut this I think is the thing for you to doGet busy on a day that is fair and brightThen patch the old roof till it's good and tight.But the old man kept on a-playing at his reelAnd tapped the ground with his leathery heelGet along said he for you give me a painMy cabin never leaks when it doesn't rain From Letras Mania