My Old Man - Jerry Jeff Walker

    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

    Marco Giunco
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