Intro: D Bm A D F#m Bm A My old man had a rounder's soul. He'd hear an old freight train. D Then he'd have to go. F#m Bm A Said he'd been blessed with a gipsy bone. That's the reason they guessed D He'd been cursed to roam. F#m Bm A Came into town back before the war. Didn't even know what it was D He was looking for. F#m Bm A He carried a tattered bag for his violin. It was full of lots of songs D Of places that he'd been. F#m Bm A He talked real ea----sy had a smiling way To pass along to you D When his fiddle played. F#m Bm A Making people drop their cares and woes. To hum out loud those tunes D That his fiddle howed. F#m Bm A Till the people there began to join that sound. And everyone in town was laughing. D Singing, dancing round. F#m Bm A Like the fiddler's tune was all they heard that night. As if some dream said D "All the world is right" F#m Bm A His fiddler's eye caught one beauty there. She had that rollin' flowin' D golden kind of hair. F#m Bm A He played for her as if she danced alone. He played his favorite songs. D Ones he called his own. F#m Bm A He played until she was the last to go. He stopped and packed his case D And said he'd take her home. F#m Bm A D F#m Bm A All the nights that passed a child was born. All the years that passed. D That love would keep them warm. F#m Bm A All their lives they'd share a dream come true. All because she danced D while his fiddle tuned. F#m Bm A My old man had a rounder's soul. He'd hear an old freight train. D Then he'd have to go. F#m Bm A All that I recall said when I was so young. No one else could really D Sing those songs he sung.