When the train pulled in to the station

He rolled up his sleeves rosined up his bow

He fiddle upside down orange blossom special

If you want to make a living you've got to put on a good show

When he smelled the smoke and the cinders

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 all understood

Then he'd go back to oklahoma

And wait till the trains was a runnin

And the weather was good

When he smelled the smoke and the cinders

Slicked his hair back opened up his case

Played cherokee fiddle just played for the whiskey

Good whiskey never let him lose his place

Now the indians all dressed like cowboys

All the cowboys are puttin leather and turquoise on

And all the music is sold by the lawyers

And the fools who fiddled

In the middle of the stations are gone

Some folks say they'll never miss them

Fiddle screeched like the engine breaks

Cherokee fiddle gone forever

Like the music that the whistle on an old locomotive make

When you smell the smoke and the cinders

Slick your hair back open up your case

Play a cherokee fiddle play it for the whiskey

Good whiskey never let's you lose your place

Now

Good whiskey never let's you lose your place