Rule #14 - Fiddler's Heart

He's a travelling gypsy, he grins like one too
Lives outside the boxes, wearin' such worn-out shoes
And he lights up the fiddle like his cheap cigarettes
And all the girls love him, oh, he's hard to forget

There's more people dancing than I've ever seen
A man made of gold grew up on these streets
Connects with the people and loves them as they are
Everyone's listening to that fiddler's heart
Fiddler's heart

He's a travelling gypsy, and I know him quite well
And when he starts rambling, I find it funny as hell
And he gets the crowd laughing, well, some people leave
And if he offends you, well, that's just his cup of tea

There's more people dancing than I've ever seen
A man made of gold grew up on these streets
Connects with the people and loves them as they are
Everyone's listening to that fiddler's heart
Fiddler's heart

There's more people dancing than I've ever seen
A man made of gold grew up on these streets
Connects with the people and loves them as they are
Everyone's listening to that fiddler's heart
Everyone's listening to that fiddler's heart



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Writer(s): Dustan Townsend
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