My Old Man

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

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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

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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

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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