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My Old Man
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Harry Belafonte
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My old man had a rounder's soul He'd hear an old freight train then he'd have to go He came through town back before the war Didn't even know what it was he was lookin' for Carried a tattered bag for his violin Full of lots of songs of the places that he'd been He talked real easy had a smiling way He could pa** along to you when his fiddle played Makin' people drop their cares and woes To hum out loud those tunes that his fiddle bowed This fiddler's eye caught one bеauty there She had that rollin' flowing' glowing kind of hair Hе played for her as if she danced alone He played his favorites songs the ones he called his own He played until she was the last to go Then he stopped and packed his case and said he'd take her home And all the nights that pa**ed a child was born All the years that pa**ed love would keep them warm Making people drop their cares and woes To hum out loud those tunes that his fiddle bowed Well the train one morning blew a lonesome sound As if she sang the blues of what it took from town And all that I recall and said when I was young Was no one else could rally sing those songs he sung Making people drop their cares and woes To hum out loud those tunes that his fiddle bowed
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