Johnny Lee Cherokee Fiddle (1982) Lyrics

Cherokee Fiddle (1982) Lyrics

When the train pulled into the station

 He pulled up his sleeves and rosined up his bow

 A little upside down Orange Blossom Special

 Cause if you want to make a living you gotta put on a good show

 

 When he smelled the smoke and the cinders

 Hes slicked back his hair and opened up his case

 Played Cherokee Fiddle hes played for the whiskey

 Cause good whiskey never let him lose his place

 

 He was always there playing for the miners

 Devils Dream was a song they understood

 Then hes go back to Oklahoma

 Hed wait till the train was running and the weather was good

 

 When he smelled the smoke and the cinders

 Hes slicked back his hair and opened up his case

 Played Cherokee Fiddle hes played for the whiskey

 Cause good whiskey never let him lose his place

 

 Now the Indians are dressing up like cowboys

 And the cowboys are putting leather and turquoise on

 And the music is sold by lawyers

 And the fool who fiddle in the middle of the station is gone

 

 Some people say theyll never miss him

 Old fiddles squeal like the engine breaks

 Cherokee Fiddle is gone forever

 Just like the music of the whistle that the old locomotion makes

 

 When you smelled the smoke and the cinders

 Just slicked back your hair and opened up your case

 Playing Cherokee Fiddle play it for the whiskey

 Cause good whiskey never let you lose your place

 No good whiskey never let you lose your place 

 No good whiskey never let you lose your place