Song | Cherokee Fiddle |
Artist | Michael Martin Murphey |
Album | The Best Of Michael Martin Murphey |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Murphey | |
When the train pulled in to the station | |
He slicked back his hair, rosined up his bow | |
Fiddle upside down, | |
Orange Blossom | |
SpecialIf you want to make a living then you've got to put on a good show | |
When he smelled the smoke and the cinders | |
Rolled his sleeves up, opened up his case | |
Played Cherokee | |
Fiddle, played for the whiskey | |
Good whiskey never let him lose his place | |
He was always there playing for the miners | |
Devil's Dream was a tune they all understood | |
Then he'd go home to | |
OklahomaAnd wait 'till the trains were runnin' and the weather was good | |
When he smelled the smoke and the cinders | |
Rolled his sleeves up, opened up his case | |
Played Cherokee | |
Fiddle, played for the whiskey | |
Good whiskey never let him lose his place | |
Now the Indians are dressin' up like cowboys | |
And the cowboys are puttin' leather and turquoise on | |
And the music gets sold by the lawyers | |
And the fools who fiddled in the middle of the stations are gone | |
Some folks say they'll never miss them | |
Fiddle screeched like the engine break | |
Ol' Cherokee | |
Fiddle gone forever | |
Like the sound that the whistle on an old locomotive make | |
So when you smell the smoke and the cinders | |
Slick your hair back, open up your case | |
Play Cherokee | |
Fiddle, play for the whiskey | |
Good whiskey never let's you lose your place | |
No, good whiskey never let's you lose your place |
zuo qu : Murphey | |
When the train pulled in to the station | |
He slicked back his hair, rosined up his bow | |
Fiddle upside down, | |
Orange Blossom | |
SpecialIf you want to make a living then you' ve got to put on a good show | |
When he smelled the smoke and the cinders | |
Rolled his sleeves up, opened up his case | |
Played Cherokee | |
Fiddle, played for the whiskey | |
Good whiskey never let him lose his place | |
He was always there playing for the miners | |
Devil' s Dream was a tune they all understood | |
Then he' d go home to | |
OklahomaAnd wait ' till the trains were runnin' and the weather was good | |
When he smelled the smoke and the cinders | |
Rolled his sleeves up, opened up his case | |
Played Cherokee | |
Fiddle, played for the whiskey | |
Good whiskey never let him lose his place | |
Now the Indians are dressin' up like cowboys | |
And the cowboys are puttin' leather and turquoise on | |
And the music gets sold by the lawyers | |
And the fools who fiddled in the middle of the stations are gone | |
Some folks say they' ll never miss them | |
Fiddle screeched like the engine break | |
Ol' Cherokee | |
Fiddle gone forever | |
Like the sound that the whistle on an old locomotive make | |
So when you smell the smoke and the cinders | |
Slick your hair back, open up your case | |
Play Cherokee | |
Fiddle, play for the whiskey | |
Good whiskey never let' s you lose your place | |
No, good whiskey never let' s you lose your place |
zuò qǔ : Murphey | |
When the train pulled in to the station | |
He slicked back his hair, rosined up his bow | |
Fiddle upside down, | |
Orange Blossom | |
SpecialIf you want to make a living then you' ve got to put on a good show | |
When he smelled the smoke and the cinders | |
Rolled his sleeves up, opened up his case | |
Played Cherokee | |
Fiddle, played for the whiskey | |
Good whiskey never let him lose his place | |
He was always there playing for the miners | |
Devil' s Dream was a tune they all understood | |
Then he' d go home to | |
OklahomaAnd wait ' till the trains were runnin' and the weather was good | |
When he smelled the smoke and the cinders | |
Rolled his sleeves up, opened up his case | |
Played Cherokee | |
Fiddle, played for the whiskey | |
Good whiskey never let him lose his place | |
Now the Indians are dressin' up like cowboys | |
And the cowboys are puttin' leather and turquoise on | |
And the music gets sold by the lawyers | |
And the fools who fiddled in the middle of the stations are gone | |
Some folks say they' ll never miss them | |
Fiddle screeched like the engine break | |
Ol' Cherokee | |
Fiddle gone forever | |
Like the sound that the whistle on an old locomotive make | |
So when you smell the smoke and the cinders | |
Slick your hair back, open up your case | |
Play Cherokee | |
Fiddle, play for the whiskey | |
Good whiskey never let' s you lose your place | |
No, good whiskey never let' s you lose your place |