My Old Man - Jerry Jeff Walker
My old man he had a rounders soul
He'd hear an old freight train then he'd have to go
Said he'd been blessed with a gypsy bone
And that's the reason guess he'd been cursed to roam
Came through town back before the war
He didn't even know what it was he was lookin for
Carried a tattered bag for his violin
Full of lots of songs of the places he had been
He talked real easy had a smilin way
He could pass along to you while his fiddle played
Just makin people drop their cares and woes
To hum out loud the tunes that his fiddle bowed
Till the people there began to join that sound
And everyone in town was laughin singin dancin round
Like the fiddlers' tunes were all they heard that night
As if some dream had said all this world is right
His eye caught one dancin lady there
She had that rollin flowin danglin kind of hair
He played for her as if ~he danced alone
Played his favorite songs, ones he called his own
Till she alone was dancin in the room
The only thing left movin to his fiddle tune
Played until she was the last to go
Then he stopped and packed his case said he'd take her home
And all the nights that passed a child was born
And all the years that passed love would keep them warm
And all their lives they'd share the dream come true
All because she danced so well his fiddle tunes
But the train next mornin she blew a lonesome sound
As if she sang the blues of what she took from town
And all that I recall and said when I was young
No one else could really sing the songs he sung.