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 the gypsy bone
that's the reason they guessed he'd been cursed to roam. came into town back before the war
didn't even know what it was he was looking for. he carried a tattered bag for his violin
it was full of lots of songs and places that he'd been. he talked real easy
had a smiling way to 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 said
all the world is right