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My Old Man

This song is by John Denver and appears on the album Rhymes and Reasons (1969).

My old man had a rounder's soul
He'd hear an old freight train
Then he'd have to go
Said he'd been blessed with a Gypsy bone
That's the reason I guess
He'd been cursed to roam

Came into town back before the war
Didn't even know what it was
He was looking for
Carried a tattered bag for his violin
It was full of lots of songs
Of places that he'd been

He talked real easy, he had a smilin' way
Could pass along to you
When his fiddle played
Making people drop their cares and woes
To hum out loud those tunes
That his fiddle bowed

Till the people there began to join that sound
And everyone in town was
Laughing, singing, dancing round
Like the fiddler's tune was all they heard that night
As if some dream had said
That all the world was right

His fiddler's eye caught one beauty there
She had that glowin', flowin'
Golden kind of hair
He played for her as if she danced alone
Played his favorite songs
The ones he called his own

He played until she was the last to go
Stopped and packed his case
Said he'd take her home
All the nights that passed, a child was born
All the years that passed
And love would keep them warm

All their lives they'd shared
A dream come true
All because she danced so well his fiddle tunes

My old man had a rounder's soul
He'd hear an old freight train
Then he'd have to go
And all that I recall he said when I was young
Cause no one else could really
Sing those songs he sung


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