My Old Man - John Denver (约翰·丹佛)
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 "
His fiddler's eye caught one beauty there
She had that rolling flowing
Golden kind of hair
He played for her as if she danced alone
He played his favorite songs
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
Love would keep them warm
All their lives they'd share a dream come true
All because she danced so well
To his fiddle tune
My old man had a rounder's soul
He'd hear an old freight train
Then he'd have to go
All that I recall he said when I was young
Was no one else could really sing
Those songs he sung
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