Key: C major
Verse 1
Bb
Eb
Bb
Woman don't cry and ask me why my
F
Bb
fingers always itch to play the fiddle
Or why it seems I sometimes
I'm just a mortal man
and I don't know the answer to
F
Bb
And pull the horse hair like I used to do
why the good Lord
Eb
Bb
You might as well be talking to
The rods and the rope on my fiddle
F
Eb
Bb
bow
Gm
Bb
F
Bb
Don't ask me how I make my fiddles,
F
Bb
sigh or cry or sing at my own bidding
Don't
When I am laid beneath the sun,
I hope God lets me take
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Bb
but I never cared much for that melody
why the poor blood
Eb
Bb
You might as well be talking to the rosin
and why gods sometimes paint
Bb
Gm
their skies with rainbows
To bless me with my devil's
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F
Bb
jubble
Don't try to reach inside
my mind and quench
Don't waste your mind
wonderin' why I stir
F
Bb
Such warm emotions in your soul
Just be content to lather
Spending memories of the joy
ain't strong enough
F
Bb
To break the horsehair on my fiddle bow
why the good Lord
Eb
Bb
You might as well be talking to the rosin
and why gods sometimes paint
Bb
Gm
their skies with rainbow
why the good Lord
Outro 1
Bb
F
Bb
F
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsBb Eb F Gm
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