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• Artiste: David Rovics
• Titre: The Bluegrass Fiddler
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Well I was walkin' around feelin' lost Wonderin' what to do Tourists everywhere With no time to spare I was feelin' lonesome and blue I looked around in the paper For the sights to see It seemed a little absurd I thought, oh my word I'm goin' to a jamboree She's the bluegrass fiddler of London Up north in Kentish Town For the music that's so fine Head on up to the Vine For a taste of that old-time sound Now I got nothin' against the punk rockers, The hot-town women with the belly button rings But when I just got to let loose I hop on the caboose To listen to them old fiddle strings She's the bluegrass fiddler of London Up north in Kentish Town For the music that's so fine Head on up to the Vine For a taste of that old-time sound Soon I'll head back to Massachusetts Though I'll be sorry to part Now I loved that beans and toast But what I'll remember most Was how that fiddle warmed my lonely heart She's the bluegrass fiddler of London Up north in Kentish Town For the music that's so fine Head on up to the Vine For a taste of that old-time sound