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Jerry Jeff Walker - My Old Man lyrics
My old man had a rounder soul He'd hear an ol' freight train and he'd have to go Said he'd been blessed with a gypsy bone And that's the reason I guess that he'd been cursed to roam Came to town back before the war Didn't even know what it was he was lookin' for He carried a tattered bag for his violin Full of lots of songs of the places he had been He talked real easy and he smiled and waved He could pass along to you when his fiddle played Makin' people drop their cares and woes And hum out loud the tunes that his fiddle bowed Til the people there began to join that sound And ev'ryone in town was laughin,' singin,' dancin' 'round Like the Fiddler's tunes we all there heard that night Like some dream that says all the world is right Instrumental Break The Fiddler's eye caught a beauty there She had that rollin' flowin' golden kind of hair He played for her as if she danced alone He played his favorite songs, the ones he called his own She alone was dancin' in the room The only thing left movin' to that Fiddler's tune Instrumental break He played until she was the last to go The he stopped and packed his case, said he'd take her home In all the nights that passed a child was born In all the years that passed, love would keep them warm And all their lives they'd share that dream come true And all because she danced so well his fiddler tune Instrumental break The train next mornin' blew a lonesome sound As if she sang the blues of what she took from town And all that I recall that was said when I was young There's no one else could really sing those songs he sung |
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