Key: C major
Verse 1
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Woman don't cry and ask me why my
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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
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And pull the horse hair like I used to do
why the good Lord
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You might as well be talking to
The rods and the rope on my fiddle
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bow
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Don't ask me how I make my fiddles,
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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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but I never cared much for that melody
why the poor blood
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You might as well be talking to the rosin
and why gods sometimes paint
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their skies with rainbows
To bless me with my devil's
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jubble
Don't try to reach inside
my mind and quench
Don't waste your mind
wonderin' why I stir
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Such warm emotions in your soul
Just be content to lather
Spending memories of the joy
ain't strong enough
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To break the horsehair on my fiddle bow
why the good Lord
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You might as well be talking to the rosin
and why gods sometimes paint
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their skies with rainbow
why the good Lord
Outro 1
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