My Old Man
My old man had a rounder's soul
He'd hear an old freight train then he'd have to go
He came through town back before the war
Didn't even know what it was he was lookin' for
Carried a tattered bag for his violin
Full of lots of songs of the places that he'd been
He talked real easy had a smiling way
He could pass along to you when his fiddle played
Makin' people drop their cares and woes
To hum out loud those tunes that his fiddle bowed
This fiddler's eye caught one beauty there
She had that rollin' flowing' glowing kind of hair
Just played for her as if she danced alone
He played his favorites songs the ones he called his own
He played until she was the last to go
Then he sopped and packed his case and said he'd take her home
And all the nights that passed a child was born
All the years that passed love would keep them warm
Making people drop their cares and woes
To hum out loud those tunes that his fiddle bowed
Well the train one morning blew a lonesome sound
As if she sang the blues of what it took from town
And all that I recall and said when I was young
Was no one else could rally sing those songs he sung
Making people drop their cares and woes
To hum out loud those tunes that his fiddle bowed
Mi viejo
Mi viejo tenía el alma de un trotamundos
Escuchaba un viejo tren de carga y tenía que irse
Pasó por el pueblo antes de la guerra
Ni siquiera sabía qué era lo que buscaba
Llevaba una bolsa raída para su violín
Llena de muchas canciones de los lugares por donde había pasado
Hablaba de manera sencilla, con una sonrisa
Podía transmitirte algo cuando su violín tocaba
Haciendo que la gente olvidara sus preocupaciones
Y tarareara en voz alta esas melodías que su violín entonaba
Este violinista captó la atención de una belleza
Tenía ese tipo de cabello que fluía y brillaba
Simplemente tocaba para ella como si bailara sola
Tocaba sus canciones favoritas, las que llamaba suyas
Tocaba hasta que ella era la última en irse
Luego paraba, guardaba su estuche y decía que la llevaría a casa
Y todas las noches que pasaron, nació un niño
Todos los años que pasaron, el amor los mantendría cálidos
Haciendo que la gente olvidara sus preocupaciones
Y tarareara en voz alta esas melodías que su violín entonaba
Bueno, una mañana el tren emitió un sonido melancólico
Como si cantara la tristeza de lo que se llevó del pueblo
Y todo lo que recuerdo y dije cuando era joven
Es que nadie más podía cantar esas canciones que él cantaba
Haciendo que la gente olvidara sus preocupaciones
Y tarareara en voz alta esas melodías que su violín entonaba