The earth gives us music,
it's there in your heart.
If you're lucky, you feel it in the end,
from the start.
You hear it, it hears you,
you trust and obey.
Where it may lead you,
you won't go astray
Well it brought me a fiddle,
it's the fiddle I do
From the church to the sawmill
I've met many a tune
I fed in the jailhouse
on a prisoner's last night
We both cried like a baby
till dawn's early light
All the pretty girls dancin'
I still hear their skirts
They're spinning and prancing
with dandies and flirts
I play through the laughter,
I play all alone
They let me and the horses
pack up and go home
And the people all know me
wherever I go
There's Fiddler Jones,
there goes Fiddler Jones
I have forty acres, a mule and a plow
While no more gets started
and one comes around
For a picnic or wedding
we strike us a deal
And I'm often there wagging
my plow in the field
I hear choirs and symphonies
up in my head
In the wind and the cornstalks,
my heart beat in bed
In the rivers and robins,
the creak of the door
In red -headed Sammy,
steppin' off the tour alone
I fiddled for goodness, I fiddled for sleep
I've fiddled at birthlings,
fiddled on graves
I've one thousand memories
I'll never forget
And one broken fiddle, not a single regret
And the people all know me
wherever I go
There's Fiddler John,
there goes Fiddler John
And the people all know me
wherever I go
That's Fiddler Jones, there goes Fiddler Jones
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