Cherokee Fiddle

When the train pulled into the station

Rolled up his sleeves, rosined up his bow

Fiddle upside down, orange blossom special

'Cause if you want to make a living you got to put on a good show

When he'd smell the smoke and the cinders

Slick back his hair, opened up his case

Play Cherokee Fiddle, he'd play it for the whiskey

'Cause good whiskey never let him lose his place

He was always there, playing for the miners

Devil's dream was a song they understood

Then he'd go out to Oklahoma and he'd wait till the trains

Were running and the weather was good

When he'd smell the smoke and the cinders

Slick back his hair, opened up his case

Play Cherokee Fiddle, he'd play it for the whiskey

'Cause good whiskey never let him lose his place

Now the Indians are dressing up like cowboys

And the cowboys are putting feathers and turquoise on

And the music is sold by lawyers

And the fools who fiddled in the middle of the station have gone

Some folks say they ain't never gonna miss him

Old Fiddle squealed like the engines brakes

Cherokee Fiddle, he's gone forever

Just like the music of the whistle that the old locomotives made

So when you smell the smoke and the cinders

Slick back your hair, open up your case

Play the Cherokee Fiddle, play it for the whiskey

'Cause good whiskey will never let you lose your place

No, good whiskey will never let you lose your place

No, good whiskey will never let you lose your place