Cherokee Fiddle

	作曲 : Murphey
	When the train pulled in to the station
	He slicked back his hair, rosined up his bow
	Fiddle upside down,
	Orange Blossom
	SpecialIf you want to make a living then you've got to put on a good show
	When he smelled the smoke and the cinders
	Rolled his sleeves up, opened up his case
	Played Cherokee
	Fiddle, played for the whiskey
	Good whiskey never let him lose his place
	He was always there playing for the miners
	Devil's Dream was a tune they all understood
	Then he'd go home to
	OklahomaAnd wait 'till the trains were runnin' and the weather was good
	When he smelled the smoke and the cinders
	Rolled his sleeves up, opened up his case
	Played Cherokee
	Fiddle, played for the whiskey
	Good whiskey never let him lose his place
	Now the Indians are dressin' up like cowboys
	And the cowboys are puttin' leather and turquoise on
	And the music gets sold by the lawyers
	And the fools who fiddled in the middle of the stations are gone
	Some folks say they'll never miss them
	Fiddle screeched like the engine break
	Ol' Cherokee
	Fiddle gone forever
	Like the sound that the whistle on an old locomotive make
	So when you smell the smoke and the cinders
	Slick your hair back, open up your case
	Play Cherokee
	Fiddle, play for the whiskey
	Good whiskey never let's you lose your place
	No, good whiskey never let's you lose your place

	zuò qǔ : Murphey
	When the train pulled in to the station
	He slicked back his hair, rosined up his bow
	Fiddle upside down,
	Orange Blossom
	SpecialIf you want to make a living then you' ve got to put on a good show
	When he smelled the smoke and the cinders
	Rolled his sleeves up, opened up his case
	Played Cherokee
	Fiddle, played for the whiskey
	Good whiskey never let him lose his place
	He was always there playing for the miners
	Devil' s Dream was a tune they all understood
	Then he' d go home to
	OklahomaAnd wait ' till the trains were runnin' and the weather was good
	When he smelled the smoke and the cinders
	Rolled his sleeves up, opened up his case
	Played Cherokee
	Fiddle, played for the whiskey
	Good whiskey never let him lose his place
	Now the Indians are dressin' up like cowboys
	And the cowboys are puttin' leather and turquoise on
	And the music gets sold by the lawyers
	And the fools who fiddled in the middle of the stations are gone
	Some folks say they' ll never miss them
	Fiddle screeched like the engine break
	Ol' Cherokee
	Fiddle gone forever
	Like the sound that the whistle on an old locomotive make
	So when you smell the smoke and the cinders
	Slick your hair back, open up your case
	Play Cherokee
	Fiddle, play for the whiskey
	Good whiskey never let' s you lose your place
	No, good whiskey never let' s you lose your place