There's two nails in the wall above the door in the hall
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Where dad's old fiddle hung for twenty years
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I recall as just a boy how my heart would beat with joy
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When daddy would play the song I loved to hear
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And daddy would play.
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Daddy never left us any will telling us what he'd give
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But everybody knew his fiddle was mine
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But the fiddle was all he left so I had to teach myself
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And I bet I played his song a million times
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And I would play.
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Well, if dad could see me now oh I know that he'd be proud
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To hear his old fiddle played once again
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But maybe it won't be long till I join him in his song
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And together we'll play this song once again
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And then we'll play.
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Dad's Old Fiddle
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| Merle Haggard |
