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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