My Old Man

My old man had a rounder soul

He'd hear an ol' freight train and he'd have to go

Said he'd been blessed with a gypsy bone

That's the reason guess that he'd been cursed to roam

He came to town back 'fore the war

He didn't even know what it was he was lookin' for

He carried a tattered bag for his violin

Full of lots of songs of the places he had been

He talked real easy and he smiled and waved

He could pass along to you when his fiddle played

He's makin' people drop their cares and woes

To hum out loud the tunes that his fiddle bowed

'Til people there began to join that sound

And ev'ryone in town was laughin' and singin,' dancin' 'round

Like the Fiddler's tunes we all there heard that night

As if some dream said that all the world is right

The Fiddler's eye, it caught a lady 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 the Fiddler's tune

He played until she was the last to go

He stopped and packed his case, said he'd take her home

And all the nights that passed a child was born

And all the years that passed, their love would keep them warm

And all their lives they shared, the dream come true

All because she danced so well, the Fiddler's tune

That the train next mornin', she 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 play or sing the songs he sung