My Old Man

John Denver

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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
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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
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Composición: Jerry Jeff Walker

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