Cherokee Fiddle

INTRO: //// //// //// //// //// //// //// //// When the train pulled into the station He'd open up his case and resin up his bow He'd play upside down the Orange Blossom Special Cause if you want to make a living you've got to put on a good show And when he'd smell the smoke and the cinders He'd slick back his hair, and open up his case He'd play the Cherokee Fiddle, he'd play it for the whiskey Cause good whiskey never let him lose his place He was always there, playing for the miners The Devil's Dream was a song they understood And then he'd go out to Oklahoma But he'd wait till the trains were running and the weather was good And when he'd smell the smoke and the cinders He'd slick back his hair, and open up his case He'd play the Cherokee Fiddle, he'd play it for the whiskey Cause good whiskey never let him lose his place INSTRUMENTAL (Like a verse) //// //// //// //// //// //// //// //// //// //// //// //// //// //// //// //// Now the Indians are dressing up like cowboys And the cowboys are putting leather and turquoise on And the music is sold by lawyers And the fools who fiddled in the middle of the stations are gone Some folks say they'll never miss it That old fiddle squealed like the Indian race The Cherokee Fiddle is gone forever Like the music of the whistle that the old locomotives made So when you smell the smoke and the cinders Slick back your hair, and open up your case Play the Cherokee Fiddle, you can play it for the whiskey Good whiskey will never let you lose your place Good whiskey will never let you lose your place //// //// //// //// Good whiskey will never let you lose your place