Tablature cherokee fiddle - Johnny Lee

          



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  Date: Mon, 2 Feb 1998 17:26:33 -0500 (EST)

  From: Mike Woods <mwoods@dgs.dgsys.com>

  To: Greg Vaughn <cowpie@olga.net>

  Subject: Cherokee Fiddle

  

  

  Donny Haltom asked for this tune in the latest Cowpie.  Hope this helps

  you out.  I can't remember the songwriter for certain, but I think it

  might have been Michael Murphy.

  

  CHEROKEE FIDDLE

  

  INTRO:    D          G          A    Bb    Bm   Bb

            //// ////  //// ////  //// ////  //// ////

  

           D                     G

  When the train pulled into the station

  

                   A   Bb                Bm    Bb

  He'd open up his case and resin up his bow

  

                   D                       G

  He'd play upside down the Orange Blossom Special

  

               A7                                                D

  Cause if you want to make a living you've got to put on a good show

  

                     Bm                      D        

       And when he'd smell the smoke and the cinders

  

                           Bm                    Em         A7

       He'd slick back his hair, and open up his case

  

                              D                            G

       He'd play the Cherokee Fiddle, he'd play it for the whiskey

  

                  A7                             D

       Cause good whiskey never let him lose his place

  

                D                      G

  He was always there, playing for the miners

  

              A           Bb             Bm      Bb

  The Devil's Dream was a song they understood

  

                D             G

  And then he'd go out to Oklahoma

  

           A7                                                    D

  But he'd wait till the trains were running and the weather was good

  

                     Bm                      D        

       And when he'd smell the smoke and the cinders

  

                           Bm                    Em         A7

       He'd slick back his hair, and open up his case

  

                              D                            G

       He'd play the Cherokee Fiddle, he'd play it for the whiskey

  

                  A7                             D

       Cause good whiskey never let him lose his place

  

  

  INSTRUMENTAL (Like a verse)

  D          G          A    Bb    Bm   Bb

  //// ////  //// ////  //// ////  //// ////

  D          G          A7         D

  //// ////  //// ////  //// ////  //// ////

  

  

          D                            G

  Now the Indians are dressing up like cowboys

          A                   Bb                    Bm    Bb

  And the cowboys are putting leather and turquoise on

          D                G

  And the music is sold by lawyers

          A7                                                  D

  And the fools who fiddled in the middle of the stations are gone

                  Bm                D

       Some folks say they'll never miss it

                       Bm                       Em     A7

       That old fiddle squealed like the Indian race

                    D              G

       The Cherokee Fiddle is gone forever

                A7                                            D

       Like the music of the whistle that the old locomotives made

  

                   Bm                      D

       So when you smell the smoke and the cinders

                       Bm                     Em      A7

       Slick back your hair, and open up your case

                         D                               G

       Play the Cherokee Fiddle, you can play it for the whiskey

            A                  Bb                Bm       Bb

       Good whiskey will never let you lose your place

            D                  A7                D

       Good whiskey will never let you lose your place

  

       Bm   Bb    D    G

       //// ////  //// ////

  

            D                  A7                D

       Good whiskey will never let you lose your place

  

  

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    Mike Woods           |         A diamond is merely a lump of coal

    mwoods@dgs.dgsys.com |          that handled stress rather well

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 Cherokee fiddle, de Johnny lee 

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