K:D [G]Once upon a time in Arkansas, An [D]old man sat in his little cabin door, And [G]Fiddled at a tune that he liked to hear, A [G]jolly old [C]tune that he [D]played by [G]ear. It was [G]raining [C]hard, but the[G]fiddler didn't [D]care, He [G]sawed a- [D]way at the [G]popular [D]air, Tho' his [G]roof tree [C]leaked like a [G]water- [D]fall, that [G]didn't seem to [C]bother the [D]man at [G]all. [G]A Traveler was riding by that day, And [D]stopped to hear him a practicing away; The [G]cabin was afloat and his feet were wet, But [G]still the old [C]man didn't [D]seem to [G]fret. So the [G]Stranger [C]said, "Now the [G]way it seems to [D]me, you had [G]better mend your [D]roof" [G]said [D]he. But the [G]old man [C]said, as he [G]played a-[D]way, "I [G]couldn't mend it [C]now it's a [D]rain-y [G]day." The [G]Traveler replied: "That's all quite true, But [D]this I think is the thing for you to do; Get [G]busy on a day that's fair and bright, Then [G]patch the old [C]roof till it's [D]good and [G]tight." But the [G]old man [C]kept a [G]playing at his [D]reel, And [G]tapped the [D]ground with his [G]leathery [D]heel: "Get [G]along," said [C]he, "for you [G]give me a [D]pain: my [G]cabin never [C]leaks when it[D]doesn't [G]rain."