Cherokee Fiddle Chords

  			INTRO:    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) 
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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