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Making people drop their cares and woes

To hum out loud those tunes

D

That his fiddle howled

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Till the people there began to join that sound

And everyone in town was laughing

D

Singing, dancing round

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Like the fiddler's tune

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Was all they heard that night

As if some dream said

 D

"All the world is right"

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His fiddler's eye caught one beauty there

She had that rollin', flowin'

D

Golden kind of hair

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He played for her as if she danced alone

Played his favorite songs

D

Ones he called his own

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He played until she was the last to go