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My old man had a rounder's soul.

He'd hear an old freight train.
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Then he'd have to go.
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Said he'd been blessed with a gipsy bone.

That's the reason they guessed
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He'd been cursed to roam.
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Came into town back before the war.

Didn't even know what it was
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He was looking for.
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He carried a tattered bag for his violin.

It was full of lots of songs
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Of places that he'd been.
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He talked real ea----sy   had a smiling way 

To pass along to you
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When his fiddle played.
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Making people drop their cares and woes.

To hum out loud those tunes
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That his fiddle howed.
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Till the people there began to join that sound.

And everyone in town was laughing. 
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Singing, dancing round.
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Like the fiddler's tune was all they heard that night.

As if some dream said
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"All the world is right"
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His fiddler's eye caught one beauty there.
                              
She had that rollin' flowin' 
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golden kind of hair.
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He played for her as if she danced alone.

He played his favorite songs.
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Ones he called his own.
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He played until she was the last to go.

He stopped and packed his case
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And said he'd take her home.

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All the nights that passed a child was born.

All the years that passed.
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That love would keep them warm.
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All their lives they'd share a dream come true.

All because she danced 
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while his fiddle tuned.
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My old man had a rounder's soul.

He'd hear an old freight train.
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Then he'd have to go.
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All that I recall said when I was so young.

No one else could really
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Sing those songs he sung.