My Old Man
Written & Recorded by Jerry Jeff Walker
Album: Gypsy Songman (2006)

(Intro.)

(Finger picking)
       (C)                               (F6)
E ----|-3-------3------|-3---3-0--------|-------------0--|-0---0----------|
B -3--|-1-------1------|-1-----------1--|-3---3-----3-3--|-3-----------3--|
G -0--|-----0---0---0--|-0---0-----0-0--|-2--------------|-----2-----2-2--|
D ----|----------------|-------------2--|-3---3-----3----|-3-----------3--|
A ----|-3-------3------|-3---3---3---3--|----------------|----------------|
E -3--|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|

   (G)              (G7)             (C)
E |----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B |-0-----------0--|-0-----------0--|-1---1---1-0-1--|-1---1---1-0-1--|
G |-0---------0----|-0---------0----|-0-------0------|-0-------0------|
D |-----0-------2--|-0---3-------3--|-----2-------2--|-----2-------2--|
A |----------------|----------------|-3-------3------|-3-------3------|
E |-3-------3------|-3-------3------|-3-------3------|-3-------3------|


(C) My old (G/B)man had a (F)rounder soul
(G) He'd hear an ol' freight train (C) and he'd have to go
(C) Said he'd been (G/B)blessed with a (F)gypsy bone
(G) And that's the reason I guess that (C)he'd been cursed to roam

(C) Came to (G/B)town back be-(F)fore the war
(G) Didn't even know what it was (C) he was lookin' for
(C) He carried a (G/B)tattered bag for his (F)violin
(G) Full of lots of songs of the (C)places he had been

(C) He talked real (G/B)easy and he (F)smiled and waved
(G) He could pass along to you (C) when his fiddle played
(C) Makin' people (G/B) drop their (F)cares and woes
(G) And hum out loud the tunes (C) that his fiddle bowed

(C) Til the people there (G/B) began to (F)join that sound
(G) And ev'ryone in town was laughin', (C) singin', dancin' 'round
(C) Like the Fiddler's (G/B)tunes we all there (F)heard that night
(G) As if some dream says that (C)all the world is right

Inst.:  | (C) | (G/B) | (F) | (F) | (G) | (G) | (C) | (C) |

(C) The Fiddler's eye, (G/B) it caught a (F)lady there
(G) She had that rollin', flowin', (C)banglin' kind of hair
(C) He played for (G/B)her as if she (F)danced alone
(G) He played his favorite songs, the (C)ones he called his own
(C) She alone (G/B) was dancin' (F)in the room
(G) The only thing left movin' (C) to that Fiddler's tune

Inst.:  | (C) | (G/B) | (F) | (F) | (G) | (G) | (C) | (C) | x 2

(C) He played un-(G/B)til she was the (F)last to go
(G) The he stopped and packed his case, (C) said he'd take her home
(C) In all the (G/B)nights that passed a (F)child was born
(G) In all the years that passed, (C)love would keep them warm
(C) And all their (G/B)lives they'd share that (F)dream come true
(G) And all because she danced so (C)well his fiddler tune

Inst.:  | (C) | (G/B) | (F) | (F) | (G) | (G) | (C/G) | (C/G) |

(C) The train next (G/B)mornin' blew a (F)lonesome sound
(G) As if she sang the blues (C) of what she took from town
(C) And all that (G/B)I recall (F)said when I was young
(G) There's no one else could really (C)sing those songs he sung

Outro.:  | (C) | (G/B) | (F) | (F) | (G) | (G) | (C) | (C) | x 2