If this old fiddle could talk,
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if this old fiddle could sing,
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man if this old fiddle could only talk
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it could tell you some wondrous things.
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Talk to me fiddle, tell me how you came across the sea.
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In the hands of a Jewish immigrant who was longing to be free.
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You were part of his life for 40 years through times both lean and fat,
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as he raised his family and lived out his days in a New York tenement flat.
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Talk to me, fiddle.
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Talk to me, fiddle,
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tell me about that Cajun fiddlin' man.
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Who found you in a pawn shop
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and took you down to the Louisiana Bayou Land.
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You knew his wife, knew his kids
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and watched his family grow;
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and played your heart out Cajun style at the Louisiana Fais Do Do.
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Heeeeyyyyyeeeee!
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Then a big shot Yankee gambler found you down in New Orleans
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and took you up the river on the Mississippi Queen.
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Then there came the day that you were all that he had left to loose,
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and a black man won you in a poker game and taught you how to play the blues.
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Talk to me, fiddle.
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Then a young man from the mountains of Kentucky came along,
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and he bought you for a dollar and took you all the way back home.
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He gave you to his grandpa on his golden wedding day,
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and the people would come from miles around just to hear the old man play.
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Talk to me, fiddle!
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Then a hobo from Boluxi found you lying in the rain,
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and he got himself a free ride on a West-bound cattle train.
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And then you got off in Texas where they play that Western swing
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where the people do the two-step, and old Bob Wills was the King!
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Talk to me, fiddle! Aaaaaawwwwwhhhhhaaaaawwwww!
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Man, if this old fiddle could talk,
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if this old fiddle could sing.
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If this old fiddle could only talk,
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it could tell you some wondrous things.
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You've been bouncing around America,
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from sea to shining sea.
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Now your travelling days are over fiddle,
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'cause you belong to me!
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Talk To Me Fiddle
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| The Charlie Daniels Band |
