Cifra de My Old Man - John Denver
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My old man had a rounder's soul
He'd hear an old freight train
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Then he'd have to go
Said he'd been blessed with a gypsy bone
That's the reason they guessed
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He'd been cursed to roam
Came into town back before the war
Didn't even know what it was
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He was looking for
Carried a tattered bag for his violin
It was full of lots of songs
Of places that he'd been
He talked real eeaassy, had a smiling way
To pass along to you
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When his fiddle played
Making people drop their cares and woes
To hum out loud those tunes
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That his fiddle howled
Till the people there began to join that sound
And everyone in town was laughing
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Singing, dancing round
Like the fiddler's tune
Was all they heard that night
As if some dream said
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"All the world is right"
His fiddler's eye caught one beauty there
She had that rollin', flowin'
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Golden kind of hair
He played for her as if she danced alone
Played his favorite songs
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Ones he called his own
He played until she was the last to go
Stopped and packed his case
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And said he'd take her home
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All the nights that passed a child was born
All the years that passed
That love would keep them warm
All their lives they'd share a dream come true
All because she danced
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While his fiddle tuned
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 said when I was so young
There's no one else could really
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Sing those songs he sung