Intro: D Bm A DF#m Bm A My old man had a rounder's soul He'd hear an old freight trainD Then he'd have to goF#m Bm A Said he'd been blessed with a gypsy bone That's the reason they guessedD He'd been cursed to roamF#m Bm A Came into town back before the war Didn't even know what it wasD He was looking forF#m Bm A Carried a tattered bag for his violin It was full of lots of songsD Of places that he'd beenF#m Bm A He talked real eeaassy, had a smiling way To pass along to youD When his fiddle playedF#m Bm A Making people drop their cares and woesTo hum out loud those tunesD That his fiddle howledF#m Bm A Till the people there began to join that sound And everyone in town was laughingD Singing, dancing roundF#m Like the fiddler's tuneBm A Was all they heard that night As if some dream saidD "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 hairF#m Bm A He played for her as if she danced alone Played his favorite songsD Ones he called his ownF#m Bm A He played until she was the last to go Stopped and packed his caseD And said he'd take her homeF#m BmA DF#m Bm A All the nights that passed a child was born All the years that passedD That love would keep them warmF#m Bm A All their lives they'd share a dream come true All because she dancedD While his fiddle tunedF#m Bm A My old man had a rounder's soul He'd hear an old freight trainD Then he'd have to goF#m Bm A All that I recall said when I was so young There's no one else could reallyD Sing those songs he sung
My Old Man
John Denver
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