My old man had a rounder soul
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He'd hear an ol' freight train and he'd have to go
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Said he'd been blessed with a gypsy bone
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And that's the reason I guess that he'd been cursed to roam
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Came to town back before the war
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Didn't even know what it was he was lookin' for
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He carried a tattered bag for his violin
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Full of lots of songs of the places he had been
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He talked real easy and he smiled and waved
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He could pass along to you when his fiddle played
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Makin' people drop their cares and woes
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And hum out loud the tunes that his fiddle bowed
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Til the people there began to join that sound
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And ev'ryone in town was laughin,' singin,' dancin' 'round
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Like the Fiddler's tunes we all there heard that night
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Like some dream that says all the world is right
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The Fiddler's eye caught a beauty there
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She had that rollin' flowin' golden kind of hair
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He played for her as if she danced alone
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He played his favorite songs, the ones he called his own
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She alone was dancin' in the room
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The only thing left movin' to that Fiddler's tune
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He played until she was the last to go
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The he stopped and packed his case, said he'd take her home
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In all the nights that passed a child was born
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In all the years that passed, love would keep them warm
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And all their lives they'd share that dream come true
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And all because she danced so well his fiddler tune
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The train next mornin' blew a lonesome sound
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As if she sang the blues of what she took from town
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And all that I recall that was said when I was young
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There's no one else could really sing those songs he sung
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My Old Man
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| Jerry Jeff Walker |
