Karaoké Cherokee Fiddle Johnny Lee

When the train pulled into the station he rolled up his sleeves

Rosined up his bow

Fiddle upside down

Orange blossom special

'Cos if you wanna make a livin' you gotta put on a good show

When he'd smell the smoke and the cinders

Slick back his hair and open up his case

Play Cherokee Fiddle

He'd play it for the whiskey

'Cos good whiskey never let him lose his place

He was always there

Playin' for the miners

Devil's dream was a song they understood

Then he'd go back to Oklahoma

And he'd wait 'till the train was runnin' and the weather was good

When he'd smell the smoke and the cinders he'd slick back his hair and open up his case

Play Cherokee Fiddle

He'd play it for the whiskey

'Cos good whiskey never let him lose his place

Now the Indians are dressin' up like cowboys

And the cowboys are puttin' leather and turquoise on

And the music is sold by lawyers

And the fools who fiddled in the middle of the station have gone

Some folks say they'll never miss him

Old Fiddle squealed like the engines brakes

Cherokee Fiddle

He's gone forever

Just like the music of the whistle that the old locomotives made

So when you smell the smoke and the cinders just slick back your hair and open up your case

Play the Cherokee Fiddle

Just play it for the whiskey

'Cos good whiskey never let you lose your place

No good whiskey never let you lose your place

No good whiskey never let you lose your place