Kunci: C major
Verse 1
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Woman don't cry and ask me why my
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fingers always itch to play the fiddle
Or why it seems I sometimes
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and my fiddle more than you
I'm just a mortal man
and I don't know the answer to
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But something's pulling me to go
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And pull the horse hair like I used to do
why the good Lord
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Chose to bless me with my devil's elbow
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You might as well be talking to
The rods and the rope on my fiddle
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bow
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Don't ask me how I make my fiddles,
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sigh or cry or sing at my own bidding
Don't
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Or how, why, where you failed to break
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the spell that always held it for me
When I am laid beneath the sun,
I hope God lets me take
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Yeah, they say hell's full of fiddlers,
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but I never cared much for that melody
why the poor blood
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chose to bless me with my devil's help
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You might as well be talking to the rosin
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Oh, ask the eagles why they fly
and why gods sometimes paint
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their skies with rainbows
To bless me with my devil's
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jubble
Don't try to reach inside
my mind and quench
Don't waste your mind
wonderin' why I stir
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Such warm emotions in your soul
Just be content to lather
Spending memories of the joy
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For your heartstrings just
ain't strong enough
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To break the horsehair on my fiddle bow
why the good Lord
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chose to bless me with my devil's joe
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You might as well be talking to the rosin
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Go ask the eagle why they fly
and why gods sometimes paint
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their skies with rainbow
why the good Lord
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chose to bless me with my
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