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