Talk to Me Fiddle

[Verse] If this old fiddle could talk If this old fiddle could sing Man if this old fiddle could only talk it could tell You some wondrous things, talk to me fiddle Tell me about when you came across the sea In the hands of a Jewish immigrant who was Longing to be free, you were part of his life For forty years through times both lean and fat And he raised his family and lived out his days In a New York tenement flat, talk to me fiddle Talk to me fiddle, tell me about how that Cajun Fiddling man found you in a pawn shop and took You back down to the Louisiana bayou land You knew his wife and you knew his kids And you watched his family grow and you Played your heart out Cajun style At the Louisiana Fais Do Do Then a big shot Yankee gambler found you Down in New Orleans and took you up the River on the Mississippi Queen, then there Came the day that you were all that he had left to lose And a black man won you in a poker game And taught you how to play the blues, cry for me fiddle Then a young man from the mountains of Kentucky came along And he bought you for a dollar took you all away back home He gave you to his grandpa on his golden wedding day And people had come from miles around Just to hear the old man play Dance for them fiddle Then a hobo from Biloxi found you living in the rain And he got himself a free ride on a west-bound cattle train You got off in Texas where they play that western swing Where the people do the two-step and old Bob Wills was the king Swing for me fiddle If this old fiddle could talk if this old fiddle could sing Man if this old fiddle could only talk it could tell You some wondrous things, you've been bouncing around America From sea to shining sea now your travelling days are over fiddle Because you belong to me