Cherokee Fiddle 歌詞
Cherokee Fiddle - Michael Martin Murphey (邁可-馬丁-墨菲)
When the train
Pulled in to the station
He rolled up his sleeves
Rosined up his bow
He fiddle upside down
Orange blossom special
If you want to make a living you've
Got to put on a good show
When he smelled the smoke and the cinders
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 all understood
Then he'd go back
To Oklahoma
Wait till the trains was a runnin'
And the weather was good
When he smelled the smoke and the cinders
Slicked his hair back opened up his case
Played cherokee fiddle just
Played for the whiskey
Good whiskey never let him lose his place
Now the indians
There all dressed like cowboys
All the cowboys are puttin'
Leather and turquoise on
And all the music is sold by the lawyers
And the fools who fiddled in
The middle of the stations are gone
Some folks say they'll never miss them
Fiddle screeched like the engine breaks
Cherokee fiddle
Gone forever
Like the music that the whistle
On an old locomotive make
When you smell the smoke and the cinders
Slick your hair back
Open up your case
Play a little cherokee fiddle just
Play it for the whiskey boys
And all whiskey never let him lose his place
Good whiskey never lets you lose your place
Jack daniels never lets you lose your place