Lyrics Charlie Daniels

Charlie Daniels

The Fiddle Player's Got the Blues

When I woke up it was raining

Well, I got soaked

When I woke up this morning

I was cold and wet and broken

I ain't got no destination

I'm just gonna follow my shoes

I may run on up to Dallas

But the fiddle player's got the blues

Feel kinda like ol' Ray Charles

And Georgia on my mind

Sure wish I could get there

I ain't got a dime

These hard times that I'm having

I guess they call it paying dues

That's just how things get goin'

When fiddle player's got the blues

Yeah, he's got the blues

They say playing in these beer joints

Kinda keeps a man in touch

Sure beats pickin' cotton

But it just don't beat it much

I guess it all comes down

To whatever life you choose

And you know I ain't complaining

It's just the fiddle player's got the blues