Fiddler Jones 歌词
| 歌曲 | Fiddler Jones |
| 歌手 | Tim O'Brien & Darrell Scott |
| 专辑 | Winona MN |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| The earth gives us music, it’s there in your heart | |
| If you’re lucky you feel it in the end from the start | |
| You hear it, it hears you, you trust and obey | |
| Where’er it may lead you, you wont go astray | |
| It brought me a fiddle, so fi ddle I do | |
| From the coal-camp to the sawmill, I’ve left many a tune | |
| I’ve played in the jailhouse on a prisoners last night | |
| We both cried like a baby til dawn’s early light | |
| All the pretty girls dancing, I still hear their skirts | |
| They’re spinning and prancing with dandies and flirts | |
| I play through the laughter, I play all alone | |
| ‘til it’s me and the horses, pack up and go home | |
| And the people all know me wherever I go | |
| There’s Fiddler Jones, there goes Fiddler Jones | |
| I have forty acres, a mule and a plow | |
| I no more get started and one comes around | |
| For a picnic or wedding, we strike us a deal | |
| And i’m o ff in their wagon my plow in the fi eld | |
| I hear choirs and symphonies up in my head | |
| In the wind in the cornstalks, my heartbeat in bed | |
| In the river at midnight, the creak of a door | |
| In red-headed sammy tapping off toor-a-loor | |
| I’ve fiddled for governers, I’ve fi ddled for slaves | |
| I’ve fiddled at birthings, I’ve fi ddled on graves | |
| I’ve one thousand memories I’ll never forget | |
| One broken fiddle, and not a single regret | |
| And the people all know me wherever I go | |
| There’s Fiddler jones, there goes Fiddler jones | |
| And the people all know me wherever I go | |
| There’s Fiddler Jones, there comes Fiddler Jones |
| The earth gives us music, it' s there in your heart | |
| If you' re lucky you feel it in the end from the start | |
| You hear it, it hears you, you trust and obey | |
| Where' er it may lead you, you wont go astray | |
| It brought me a fiddle, so fi ddle I do | |
| From the coalcamp to the sawmill, I' ve left many a tune | |
| I' ve played in the jailhouse on a prisoners last night | |
| We both cried like a baby til dawn' s early light | |
| All the pretty girls dancing, I still hear their skirts | |
| They' re spinning and prancing with dandies and flirts | |
| I play through the laughter, I play all alone | |
| ' til it' s me and the horses, pack up and go home | |
| And the people all know me wherever I go | |
| There' s Fiddler Jones, there goes Fiddler Jones | |
| I have forty acres, a mule and a plow | |
| I no more get started and one comes around | |
| For a picnic or wedding, we strike us a deal | |
| And i' m o ff in their wagon my plow in the fi eld | |
| I hear choirs and symphonies up in my head | |
| In the wind in the cornstalks, my heartbeat in bed | |
| In the river at midnight, the creak of a door | |
| In redheaded sammy tapping off tooraloor | |
| I' ve fiddled for governers, I' ve fi ddled for slaves | |
| I' ve fiddled at birthings, I' ve fi ddled on graves | |
| I' ve one thousand memories I' ll never forget | |
| One broken fiddle, and not a single regret | |
| And the people all know me wherever I go | |
| There' s Fiddler jones, there goes Fiddler jones | |
| And the people all know me wherever I go | |
| There' s Fiddler Jones, there comes Fiddler Jones |
| The earth gives us music, it' s there in your heart | |
| If you' re lucky you feel it in the end from the start | |
| You hear it, it hears you, you trust and obey | |
| Where' er it may lead you, you wont go astray | |
| It brought me a fiddle, so fi ddle I do | |
| From the coalcamp to the sawmill, I' ve left many a tune | |
| I' ve played in the jailhouse on a prisoners last night | |
| We both cried like a baby til dawn' s early light | |
| All the pretty girls dancing, I still hear their skirts | |
| They' re spinning and prancing with dandies and flirts | |
| I play through the laughter, I play all alone | |
| ' til it' s me and the horses, pack up and go home | |
| And the people all know me wherever I go | |
| There' s Fiddler Jones, there goes Fiddler Jones | |
| I have forty acres, a mule and a plow | |
| I no more get started and one comes around | |
| For a picnic or wedding, we strike us a deal | |
| And i' m o ff in their wagon my plow in the fi eld | |
| I hear choirs and symphonies up in my head | |
| In the wind in the cornstalks, my heartbeat in bed | |
| In the river at midnight, the creak of a door | |
| In redheaded sammy tapping off tooraloor | |
| I' ve fiddled for governers, I' ve fi ddled for slaves | |
| I' ve fiddled at birthings, I' ve fi ddled on graves | |
| I' ve one thousand memories I' ll never forget | |
| One broken fiddle, and not a single regret | |
| And the people all know me wherever I go | |
| There' s Fiddler jones, there goes Fiddler jones | |
| And the people all know me wherever I go | |
| There' s Fiddler Jones, there comes Fiddler Jones |
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