Tales Of The Fiddle Man Lyrics

Daddy died alone never was at home

Playing on the road just he and his fiddle now

And Momma cried alone never let it show

When he was on the road she was second fiddle now

And the roar of the crowd as he held it in his hands

Drawing every note

The Tales of the Fiddle Man

He kept in a case locked under his bed

He'd get down on his knees and say his prayers over it

And she lived in his cage locked up in her head

She'd beg him on her knees to stop this life of fiddling

And the baby'd cry all night but he never heard a sound

Over the roar of the crowd

The Tales of the Fiddle Man

The Tales of the Fiddle Man

When the strings went quiet and the curtain finally closed

Nothing to his name but the fiddle that he owned

So Momma worked nights just to keep us fed

At bedtime telling tales of the Fiddle Man

How he loved Momma and he loved us too

But he loved those strings

The Tales of the Fiddle Man

The Tales of the Fiddle Man

The Tales of the Fiddle Man