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    My Old Man
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      About "My Old Man"

      Lyrics for Jerry Jeff Walker - "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
      And that's the reason I guess that he'd been cursed to roam
      Came to town back before the war
      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
      Makin' people drop their cares and woes
      And hum out loud the tunes that his fiddle bowed
      Til the people there began to join that sound
      And ev'ryone in town was laughin,' singin,' dancin' 'round
      Like the Fiddler's tunes we all there heard that night
      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

      SONGWRITERS:
      MITCHELL, JONI
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