Cherokee Fiddle (Lee, Johnny)

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Lyrics for Cherokee Fiddle (Lee, Johnny)

When the train pulled into the stationHe'd open up his case and resin up his bowHe'd play upside down the Orange Blossom SpecialCause if you want to make a living you've got to put on a good showChorusAnd when he'd smell the smoke and the cindersHe'd slick back his hair, and open up his caseHe'd play the Cherokee Fiddle, he'd play it for the whiskeyCause good whiskey never let him lose his placeHe was always there, playing for the minersThe Devil's Dream was a song they understoodAnd then he'd go out to OklahomaBut he'd wait till the trains were running and the weather was goodChorusINSTRUMENTAL (Like a verse)Now the Indians are dressing up like cowboysAnd the cowboys are putting leather and turquoise on And the music is sold by lawyersAnd the fools who fiddled in the middle of the stations are goneSome folks say they'll never miss himThat old fiddle squealed like the engines brakesThe Cherokee Fiddle is gone foreverLike the music of the whistle that the old locomotives madeSo when you smell the smoke and the cindersSlick back your hair, and open up your case Play the Cherokee Fiddle, you can play it for the whiskeyGood whiskey will never let you lose your place Good whiskey will never let you lose your placeGood whiskey will never let you lose your place