My old man had a round of soul He'd hear an old freight train Then he'd have to go Said he'd been blessed with a gypsy bone That's the reason they guessed He'd been cursed to roam Came into town back before the war Didn't even know what it
Was he was looking for He carried a tattered bag for his violin It was full of lots of songs Of places he had been He talked real easy Had a smiling way to pass abn^. to you When his fiddle played
Making people drop their cares and woes To hum out loud those tunes That his fiddle howed Till the people there began to join that sound And everyone in town was Laughing, singing, dancing round Like the fiddlers tune was
All the years that passed That love would keep them warm All their lives they'd share A dream come true All because she danced while his fiddle tuned My old man had a round of soul He'd hear an old freight train Then he'd have to go All that I recall said when I was young No one else could really Sing those songs he sungTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
