C C/B FMy old man, he had a ramblin' soulG CHe'd hear an old freight train and he had to rollC C/B FSaid he'd been blessed with a gypsy boneG CThat's the reason I guess he'd been cursed to roamHe came to town back before the warHe didn't even know that it was he was looking forHe carried a tattered bag for his violinIt was full of songs from places he had beenHe talked real easy, had a smilin' wayHe could pass it on to you while his fiddle playedHe was makin' people drop their cares and woesThey'd hum out loud to tunes that his fiddled bowedThe people there began to join that soundEveryone in town was laughin', singin', dancin' roundLike the fiddler's tunes were all they heard that nightAs if some dream had said all in the world was rightHis eye caught a dancing lady thereShe had that rollin', flowin', golden, danglin' kind of hairHe played for her as if she danced aloneHe played his favorite songs, the ones he called his ownShe alone was dancing in the roomThe only thing left moving to his fiddler's tuneHe played until she was the last to goHe stopped and packed his case and said he'd take her homeIn all the nights that passed, a child was bornAnd all the years that passed, love would keep them warmAll their lives they've shared a dream come trueAll because she danced so well to his fiddler's tuneBut the train next morning, she blew a lonesome soundAs if she sang the blues of what she took from townAll that I recall he said when I was youngWas no one else could really sing the songs he sung
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