Chords
Cherokee Fiddle

Key: D

Introduction:

             D                   G                   A       Bb       Bm     Bb 
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                   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 
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 D                   G                   A7                 D 
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                 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 
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                     D                                   A7                               D 
          Good whiskey will never let you lose your place