Chords for The Lame Fiddler (Slim Dusty) sung by Jason Carruthers

What are we in mate? _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Skeleton Creek What's that? _ _
A
_ _ _ _ _ Can you do that?
No
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] Um
_ I _ _ _ _ [B] _
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_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ just play that same song again which is
[D] C _ _
[A] D
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[Bm] _ _ So [A] I get the end violin
[D] and I'm playing that line but I go with C
So you can see still going there _
And you swing it out Plus
_ [A] _ _ [E] Turn her in there
And that little turn around here Right
[Dm]
And then the solo there so we stop playing the end of that
And I'll go like that, we stop playing
And you go
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_ That sounds really good Yeah Ok _
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_ _ _ [D] _ _ For the old fiddler's sake
If a strange hand should wake
[E] The strains of the old [A] violin
He was lame
He was poor
The [B] old Eddie Woe
[G] Was shabby and threadbare and frayed
But [E] his face seemed to glow
When he handed the bow
And [B] we danced to the turns that [E] he played
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_ _ _ I can still see him there
With his long silver hair
And the fiddle tucked in
And the fiddle tucked under [D] his chin
_ So we swayed and we swung
[A] It's grand to be young
[E] To the strains of an old [A] violin _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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In the bush long ago
With the land so aglow
We hadn't a sorrow [E] or care
When we made on the night
But it didn't seem right
Unless the old [A] fiddler was there
With his kindly old face
And his violin case
We eager to [D] welcome him in _
All soft as the dew
Were [A] the notes that he drew
[E] From the heart of that old [A] violin _ _
He [E] would bow, he would [A] smile
With that old-fashioned [E] style
That belonged to a courtly a day
And the music would flow
[A] From under his bow
[C#] Whatever we asked [E] him to play _ _
[A] _ _ _ He knew all the keys that were played
At the fest
And loud was the laughter [D] and din
_ And plenty that sweet [E] overshuffle
Of feet rolls
The strains of that [A] old violin
_ When the old fiddler died
I was called to his side
His breathing was [E] laboured and low
_ But a smile across his face
When I opened the case
And gave him the fiddle [A] and bow
_ He held it caressed like a bed
To his breast
His fingers so shrunken [D] and thin
_ I'm dying, he said
[A] As I went on the bed
[E] And gave him his [A] old violin
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years have rolled on
And my youth is long [C#m] gone
And the fiddle is all [A] that remains
[E] To recall the delights
Of [A] those far away [F#m] nights
When we danced to the silvery [E] _ strain _
[C#m] _ _ _ The glory still clings around
Its silent strings
And I think it's a shame and [D] a sin
_ If ever I sold [A] for silver or gold
[E] My keepsake and the old [A] violin _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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