My Old Man
Jerry Jeff Walker
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A Bm E E7 AA Bm My old man had a rounder soulE E7 He'd hear an ol' freight train andA he'd have to goA Bm Said he'd been blessed with a gypsy boneE E7 And that's the reason I guess thatA he'd been cursed to roamA Bm Came to town back before the warE E7 A Didn't even know what it was he was lookin' forA He carried a tattered bag for hisBm violinE E7 A Full of lots of songs of the places he had beenA He talked real easy, he had aBm smiling wayE E7 A He could pass along to you when his fiddle playedContinúa después del anuncioA Bm Makin' people drop their cares and woesE E7 A And hum out loud the tunes that his fiddle bowedA Bm Til the people there began to join that soundE And ev'ryone in town was laughin,'E7 A singin,' dancin' 'roundA Like the Fiddler's tunes we allBm there heard that nightE E7 A Like some dream that says all the world is right Instrumental Break The Fiddler's eye caught a beauty there She had that rollin' flowin' golden kind of hair He played for her as if she danced alone He played his favorite songs, the ones he called his own She alone was dancin' in the room The only thing left movin' to that Fiddler's tune Instrumental break He played until she was the last to go The he stopped and packed his case, said he'd take her home In all the nights that passed a child was born In all the years that passed, love would keep them warm And all their lives they'd share that dream come true And all because she danced so well his fiddler tune Instrumental break The train next mornin' blew a lonesome sound As if she sang the blues of what she took from town And all that I recall that was said when I was young There's no one else could really sing those songs he sung * Alternate: OpenA = CBm = DmE = GE7 = G7