My Old Man Teclado

	    
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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 
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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 
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Came into town back before the war 
Didn't even know what it was 
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He was looking for 
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Carried a tattered bag for his violin 
It was full of lots of songs 
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Of places that he'd been 
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He talked real eeaassy, had a smiling way 
To pass along to you 
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When his fiddle played 
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Making people drop their cares and woes 
To hum out loud those tunes 
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That his fiddle howled 
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Till the people there began to join that sound 
And everyone in town was laughing 
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Singing, dancing round 
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Like the fiddler's tune 
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Was all they heard that night 
As if some dream said 
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"All the world is right" 
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His fiddler's eye caught one beauty there 
She had that rollin', flowin' 
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Golden kind of hair 
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He played for her as if she danced alone 
Played his favorite songs 
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Ones he called his own 
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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 
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That love would keep them warm 
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All their lives they'd share a dream come true 
All because she danced 
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While his fiddle tuned 
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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 
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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