Текст песни «G - Get Me My Fiddle»

Get Me My Fiddle
(Larry Kaplan)

chorus
Get me my fiddle, we'll sing all the old songs
You take the high notes and I'll sing the low
Good times and hard times, they're all worth the telling
It don't matter to me if you sing 'em that well

Blue skies, white clouds
Fish jumpin' into your hand
What a day to be fishing old Nantucket Sound
From the island up to the mainland (chorus)

Worn-out, smellin' of bait
Come back when the wind drives you home
And the sun over West Chalk, the warm summer breezes
Make you think that things never could change (chorus)

I remember the days when you worked for a living
Pulling hard just to get back to shore
And you busted your back and you just couldn't leave
You don't talk much of that any more (chorus)

Stayed up with the old folks, fell asleep to their stories
Played a tune to the hollering wind
Sang a song while the children were tucked away warm
And the night hearts came rolling back in (chorus)


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