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When the train pulled into the station
He rolled up his sleeves and rosined up his bow
Fiddled upside down 'Orange Blossom Special'
'Cause if you wanna make a living, you gotta put on a good show

And when he smelled the smoke and the cinders
He slicked back his hair and opened up his case
Played Cherokee Fiddle, just played for the whiskey
'Cause good whiskey never let him lose his place

He was always there playing for the miners
'Devil's Dream' was a song they understood
Then he'd go back to Oklahoma
And he'd wait till the train was running and the weather was good

And when he smelled the smoke and the cinders
He slicked back his hair and opened up his case
Played Cherokee Fiddle, just played for the whiskey
'Cause good whiskey never let him lose his place

Now the Indians are dressing up like cowboys
And the cowboys are putting leather and turquoise on
And the music is sold by lawyers
And the fools who fiddled in the middle of the station are gone

Some folks say they'll never miss him
Old fiddles squeal like the engine brakes
Cherokee Fiddle is gone forever
Just like the music of the whistle that the old locomotive makes

So when you smell (when you smell) the smoke and the cinders (smoke and the cinders)
Just slick back your hair (slick back your hair) and open up your case (open up your case)
Play the Cherokee Fiddle, play it for the whiskey
'Cause good whiskey never let you lose your place
No, good whiskey never let you lose your place

No, good whiskey never let you lose your place

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