Текст песни John Denver - My Old Man
John Denver - My Old Man слова песни
My old man had a rounder`s soul.He`d hear an old freight train.Then he`d have to go.Said he`d been blessed with a gipsy bone.That`s the reason they guessedHe`d been cursed to roam.Came into town back before the war.Didn`t even know what it wasHe was looking for.He carried a tattered bag for his violin.It was full of lots of songsOf places that he`d been.He talked real ea-sy had a smiling wayTo pass along to youWhen his fiddle played.Making people drop their cares and woes.To hum out loud those tunesThat his fiddle howed.Till the people there began to join that sound.And everyone in town was laughing.Singing, dancing round.Like the fiddler`s tune was all they heard that night.As if some dream said"All the world is right"His fiddler`s eye caught one beauty there.She had that rollin` flowin`golden kind of hair.He played for her as if she danced alone.He played his favorite songs.Ones he called his own.He played until she was the last to go.He stopped and packed his caseAnd said he`d take her home.All the nights that passed a child was born.All the years that passed.That love would keep them warm.All their lives they`d share a dream come true.All because she dancedwhile his fiddle tuned.My old man had a rounder`s soul.He`d hear an old freight train.Then he`d have to go.All that I recall said when I was so young.No one else could reallySing those songs he sung.