Paroles The Bluegrass Fiddler de David Rovics

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Textes et Paroles de The Bluegrass Fiddler




Well I was walkin' around feelin' lostWonderin' what to doTourists everywhereWith no time to spareI was feelin' lonesome and blueI looked around in the paperFor the sights to seeIt seemed a little absurdI thought, oh my wordI'm goin' to a jamboreeShe's the bluegrass fiddler of LondonUp north in Kentish TownFor the music that's so fineHead on up to the VineFor a taste of that old-time soundNow I got nothin' against the punk rockers,The hot-town women with the belly button ringsBut when I just got to let looseI hop on the cabooseTo listen to them old fiddle stringsShe's the bluegrass fiddler of LondonUp north in Kentish TownFor the music that's so fineHead on up to the VineFor a taste of that old-time soundSoon I'll head back to MassachusettsThough I'll be sorry to partNow I loved that beans and toastBut what I'll remember mostWas how that fiddle warmed my lonely heartShe's the bluegrass fiddler of LondonUp north in Kentish TownFor the music that's so fineHead on up to the VineFor a taste of that old-time sound

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