John Denver - My old man

My old man ^F#mhad a ^Bmrounder's soul^A He'd hear an old freight train ^DThen he'd have to go Said he'd been blessed ^F#mwith a ^Bmgypsy bone^A That's the reason they guessed ^DHe'd been cursed to roam Came into town ^F#mback ^Bmbefore the war^A Didn't even know what it was ^DHe was looking for Carried a tattered b^F#mag for ^Bmhis violin^A It was full of lots of songs Of ^Dplaces that he'd been He talked real eeaa^F#mssy, ^Bmhad a smiling way ^A To pass along to you ^DWhen his fiddle played Making people ^F#mdrop their ^Bmcares and woes ^A To hum out loud those tunes ^DThat his fiddle howled Till the people th^F#mere b^Bmegan to join that sound ^A And everyone in town was laughing ^DSinging, dancing round Like the fiddler's ^F#mtune Was ^Bmall they heard that night ^A As if some dream said &^Dquot;All the world is right" His fiddler's e^F#mye caught one ^Bmbeauty there ^A She had that rollin', flowin' ^DGolden kind of hair He played for her ^F#mas if sh^Bme danced alone ^A Played his favorite songs ^DOnes he called his own He played until sh^F#me was the ^Bmlast to go ^A Stopped and packed his case ^DAnd said he'd take her home

All the nights that pa^F#mssed a c^Bmhild was born ^A All the years that passed That ^Dlove would keep them warm All their lives they'd sh^F#mare a dr^Bmeam come true ^A All because she danced ^DWhile his fiddle tuned My old man ^F#mhad a ^Bmrounder's soul ^A He'd hear an old freight train Th^Den he'd have to go All that I reca^F#mll said ^Bmwhen I was so young ^A There's no one else could really ^DSing those songs he sung