| If this old fiddle could talk
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| If this old fiddle could sing
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| Man if this old fiddle could only talk it could tell
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| You some wondrous things, talk to me fiddle
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| Tell me about when you came across the sea
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| In the hands of a Jewish immigrant who was
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| Longing to be free, you were part of his life
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| For forty years through times both lean and fat
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| And he raised his family and lived out his days
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| In a New York tenement flat, talk to me fiddle
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| Talk to me fiddle, tell me about how that Cajun
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| Fiddling man found you in a pawn shop and took
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| You back down to the Louisiana bayou land
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| You knew his wife and you knew his kids
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| And you watched his family grow and you
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| Played your heart out Cajun style
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| At the Louisiana Fais Do Do
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| Then a big shot Yankee gambler found you
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| Down in New Orleans and took you up the
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| River on the Mississippi Queen, then there
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| Came the day that you were all that he had left to lose
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| And a black man won you in a poker game
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| And taught you how to play the blues, cry for me fiddle
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| Then a young man from the mountains of Kentucky came along
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| And he bought you for a dollar took you all away back home
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| He gave you to his grandpa on his golden wedding day
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| And people had come from miles around
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| Just to hear the old man play
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| Dance for them fiddle
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| Then a hobo from Biloxi found you living in the rain
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| And he got himself a free ride on a west-bound cattle train
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| You got off in Texas where they play that western swing
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| Where the people do the two-step and old Bob Wills was the king
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| Swing for me fiddle
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| If this old fiddle could talk if this old fiddle could sing
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| Man if this old fiddle could only talk it could tell
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| You some wondrous things, you’ve been bouncing around America
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| From sea to shining sea now your travelling days are over fiddle
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| Because you belong to me |