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When the train pulled into the station 
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He'd open up his case and resin up his bow 
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He'd play upside down the Orange Blossom Special 
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Cause if you want to make a living you've got to put on a good show 
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     And when he'd smell the smoke and the cinders 
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     He'd slick back his hair, and open up his case 
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     He'd play the Cherokee Fiddle, he'd play it for the whiskey 
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     Cause good whiskey never let him lose his place 
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He was always there, playing for the miners 
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The Devil's Dream was a song they understood 
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And then he'd go out to Oklahoma 
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But he'd wait till the trains were running and the weather was good 
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     And when he'd smell the smoke and the cinders 
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     He'd slick back his hair, and open up his case 
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     He'd play the Cherokee Fiddle, he'd play it for the whiskey 
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     Cause good whiskey never let him lose his place 
 
INSTRUMENTAL (Like a verse) 
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Now the Indians are dressing up like cowboys 
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And the cowboys are putting leather and turquoise on 
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And the music is sold by lawyers 
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And the fools who fiddled in the middle of the stations are gone 
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     Some folks say they'll never miss it 
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     That old fiddle squealed like the Indian race 
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     The Cherokee Fiddle is gone forever 
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     Like the music of the whistle that the old locomotives made 
 

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     So when you smell the smoke and the cinders 
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     Slick back your hair, and open up your case 
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     Play the Cherokee Fiddle, you can play it for the whiskey 
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     Good whiskey will never let you lose your place 
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     Good whiskey will never let you lose your place 
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     Good whiskey will never let you lose your place
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