Tonight I'm back at our old table in our favorite hide-a-way Where we used to laugh and dance and hear those happy fiddles play But the love she once
Now the time has come to face, my untold fears Every waking hour, drained me through the years So that I'm not one with myself my strength, my gift
And the classic ways still on play, violins bitter sweet String quartet, pass around the hat You broke my heart, don?t you hurt my head After Violet
Lately I I've been heading for a breakdown Every time I leave my house Well, it feels just like a shake down Between street sweepers and the pushers
Violin-lin-lin, violin-lin-lin, violin-lin-lin Violin-lin-lin, violin-lin-lin, violin-lin-lin Hippo, hippo, hippo, hippo, hippo, hippo, hippo Mop, mop
Love was like a violin, playing soft and low In your heart you held the strings, in my heart the bow Together we made soft sweet music, together we believed
And so once again My dear Johnny my dear friend And so once again you are fightin' us all And when I ask you why You raise your sticks and cry, and I
I'll play second fiddle to your new love while it lasts Just like all the others I've played for in the past Why can't I be a leader and play your leading
Ever since I was young I wanted to be somethin' like what I am We promote violins, yeah, check me out We promote violins, E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt Young
CHORUS: My baby plays me just like a fiddle She knows I love her a lot not a little I'm just a stick that she likes to whittle I got a heart and she's
You remind a little of a man You even resemble his picture Oh violins will playing On your grave I saw your crying I caught you lieing I know you cheated
Gm-f-dm Gm-f-dm Gm when I was a boy there were fifteen a-people in the world F fifteen a-bound for dm heaven, and gm fifteen a-bound for hell Gm and
Can't you hear them, baby? Hear them, baby I thought that I'd never see you again Like all the good things, it had come to an end But tonight out of
Blue violin Play for me your saddest melody Violin Play for me your saddest melody
April played the fiddle And my heart began to dance And I was so surprised to find My arms around romance April played the fiddle And I memorized the
OLDER THE VIOLIN THE SWEETER THE MUSIC Writer Curly Putman It seems you think that 45 is just a little too old now But I'm not ready yet to be put out
One night in Old Monterey by the silvery Rio Grande I fell in love as the Spanish violins played My lovely senoritas serenade The violins were singing
Well, I can't recall, one time in my life, I've felt as lonely as I do tonight. I feel like I could lay down, and get up no more, It's the damndest feelin