Talk To Me Fiddle

Well if this old fiddle could talk
 If this old fiddle could sing
 Man if this old fiddle could only talk
 It could tell you some wondrous things
 Talk to me fiddle
 Tell me about when you came across the sea
 In the hands of a Jewish immigrant who was longing to be free
 And you were part of his life for forty years
 Through times both lean and fat
 As he raised his family and lived out his days
 In a New York tenement flat
 Talk to me fiddle
 Tell me about how that Cajun fiddlin' man
 Found you in a pawn shop and took you back down
 To the Louisiana bayou land
 You knew his wife and you knew his kids
 And you watched his family grow
 And you played your heart out Cajun style
 At the Louisiana Fais Do Do
 Well talk to me fiddle
 Then a big shot Yankee gambler found you down in New Orleans
 And took you up the river on the Mississippi Queen
 Then there came the day that you were all
 That he had left to lose
 And a black man won you in a poker game
 And taught you how to play the blues
 Cry for me fiddle
 The a young man from the mountains of Kentucky came along
 And he bought you for a dollar
 And took you all the way back home
 He gave you to his grandpa on his golden wedding day
 And the people would come from miles around just to hear the old man play
 Dance for me fiddle
 Then a hobo from Biloxi found you living in the rain
 And he got himself a free ride on a west-bound cattle train
 And you got off in Texas
 Where they play that western swing
 Where the people do the two-step
 And old Bob Wills was the king
 Swing for me fiddle
 If this old fiddle could talk
 If this old fiddle could sing
 Man if this old fiddle could only talk
 It could tell you some wondrous things
 You've been bouncing around America from sea to shining sea
 Now your traveling days are over fiddle 'cause you belong to me