Cifras
Cherokee Fiddle

Tono: D

Introducción:

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                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