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Intro: D Bm A D F#m Bm A My old man had a rounder's soul He'd hear an old freight train D Then he'd have to go F#m Bm A Said he'd been blessed with a gypsy bone That's the reason they guessed D He'd been cursed to roam F#m Bm A Came into town back before the war Didn't even know what it was D He was looking for F#m Bm A Carried a tattered bag for his violin It was full of lots of songs D Of places that he'd been F#m Bm A He talked real eeaassy, had a smiling way To pass along to you D When his fiddle played F#m Bm A Making people drop their cares and woes To hum out loud those tunes D That his fiddle howled F#m Bm A Till the people there began to join that sound And everyone in town was laughing D Singing, dancing round F#m Like the fiddler's tune Bm A Was all they heard that night As if some dream said D 'All the world is right' F#m Bm A His fiddler's eye caught one beauty there She had that rollin', flowin' D Golden kind of hair F#m Bm A He played for her as if she danced alone Played his favorite songs D Ones he called his own F#m Bm A He played until she was the last to go Stopped and packed his case D And said he'd take her home F#m Bm A D F#m Bm A All the nights that passed a child was born All the years that passed D That love would keep them warm F#m Bm A All their lives they'd share a dream come true All because she danced D While his fiddle tuned F#m Bm A My old man had a rounder's soul He'd hear an old freight train D Then he'd have to go F#m Bm A All that I recall said when I was so young There's no one else could really D Sing those songs he sung
Written by Jerry Jeff Walker
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