Cherokee Fiddle
(Michael Martin Murphey)
When the train pulled into the station
Rolled up his sleeves, rosined up the bow
Fiddled upside down
Orange Blossom Special
If you want to make a living
You gotta put on a good show
Chorus:
When he smelled the smoke and the cinder
Slicked his hair back
Opened up his case
Played Cherokee fiddle
Played for the whiskey
Good whiskey never let him lose his place
He was always there playing for the miners
Devil's Dream
was a tune they understood
Then he'd go back to Oklahoma
Wait till the train was a-runnin' and the weather was good
Repeat Chorus
Now the Indians, they're all dressing like cowboys
And the cowboys all putting leather and turquoise on
And all the music is sold by lawyers
And the fools who fiddle in the middle of the stations are gone
Some folks say they'll never miss him
Fiddle screech like the engine rails
Cherokee fiddle, gone forever
Like the music that the whistle on an old locomotive makes
Chorus Variation:
When you smell the smoke and the cinders
Slick your hair back
Opened up your case
Played Cherokee fiddle
Play it for the whiskey, boys
That ol' whiskey never let you lose your place
Ol' whiskey never let you lose your place
Jack Daniel's never let you lose your place
Hoedown instrumental
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