Meisce
Gypsy Fiddle
If I said I've got no choice, you'd say I'm full of shitBut I truly did not choose to drink and that is the truth of itI can tell you exactly how I came into these straightsI was walking through the city, and I was coming to the gatesA haunting air did float my way and the music tickled my earAnd before I knew it I was hooked, and I felt her drawing nearHorse hair touched to catgut and the music was divineI followed her off into the hills as I lost all track of timeI ended my trek by her firelight, and there to my surpriseA band of gypsies joined her tune with a twinkle in their eyesA haunting air did float my way and the music tickled my earAnd before I knew it I was hooked, and I felt her drawing nearThey played so long into the night, I stood transfixed 'til morning's lightMinutes passed and my vision cleared and the gypsy girl had disappearedA whiskey jug sat in her wake, my heart so heavy, about to breakSo I finished the jug to ease the pain of never hearing her tune againShe played her fiddle she played it wellI would have followed that tune through the gates of hellBut the tune now fades like her memory So a fucking drunk I will always be
From Letras Mania