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.

    Marco Giunco
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