[verse] I went out to see my sheep Down beside the creek One was scratching mighty hard And looking pretty weak [verse] I called up Ace to have a look He said, “I know what's wrong There's maggots in the sheep hide, man Just like the old fiddle song” [chorus ] Maggots in the sheep hide, Maggots in the wool Ain't no way to fix it When the wool is full Maggots in the sheep hide, Lord, what a sight We'll shear him in the morning If he makes it through the night
