Christmas on the Line (The Line Rider's Christmas)

歌詞

When the train pulled into the station Rolled up his sleeves, rosined up the bow Fiddled upside down Orange Blossom Special If you want to make a living You gotta put on a good show When he smelled the smoke and the cinder Slicked his hair back Opened up his case Played Cherokee fiddle Played for the whiskey Good whiskey never let him lose his place He was always there playing for the miners Devil's Dream was a tune they understood Then he'd go back to Oklahoma Wait till the train was a-runnin' and the weather was good When he smelled the smoke and the cinder Slicked his hair back Opened up his case Played Cherokee fiddle Played for the whiskey Good whiskey never let him lose his place Now the Indians, they're all dressing like cowboys And the cowboys all putting leather and turquoise on And all the music is sold by lawyers And the fools who fiddle in the middle of the stations are gone Some folks say they'll never miss him Fiddle screech like the engine rails Cherokee fiddle, gone forever Like the music that the whistle on an old locomotive makes When you smell the smoke and the cinders Slick your hair back Opened up your case Played Cherokee fiddle Play it for the whiskey, boys That ol' whiskey never let you lose your place Ol' whiskey never let you lose your place Jack Daniel's never let you lose your place