Johnny Lee, Cherokee Fiddle (1982)
^{Key: :[C#] (w: Michael Martin Murphey, 1977) (BPM: 152)}

INTRO: [C#] [F#] [G#] [A] [A#m] [A]

VERSE 1:
When the [C#] train pulled into the [F#] station
He'd open up his [G#] case [A] and resin up his [A#m] bow [A]
He'd play upside [C#] down the Orange Blossom [F#] Special
Cause if you [G#7] want to make a living you've got to put on a good [C#] show

CHORUS 1:
And when he'd [A#m] smell the smoke and the [C#] cinders
He'd slick back his [A#m] hair, and open up his [D#m] case [G#7]
He'd play the Cherokee [C#] Fiddle, he'd play it for the [F#] whiskey
Cause good [G#7] whiskey never let him lose his [C#] place

VERSE 2:
He was always [C#] there, playing for the [F#] miners
The Devil's [G#] Dream was a [A] song they under-[A#m]-stood [A]
And then he'd [C#] go out to Okla-[F#]-homa
But he'd [G#7] wait till the trains were running and the weather was [C#] good

REPEAT CHORUS 1:

INSTRUMENTAL: [over VERSE]

VERSE 3:
Now the [C#] Indians are dressing up like [F#] cowboys
And the [G#] cowboys are putting [A] leather and turquoise [A#m] on [A]
And the [C#] music is sold by [F#] lawyers
And the [G#7] fools who fiddled in the middle of the stations are [C#] gone

CHORUS 2:
Some folks [A#m] say they'll never [C#] miss it
That old fiddle [A#m] squealed like the Indian [D#m] race [G#7]
The Cherokee [C#] Fiddle is gone [F#] forever
Like the [G#7] music of the whistle that the old locomotives [C#] made

OUTRO CHORUS:
So when you [A#m] smell the smoke and the [C#] cinders
Slick back your [A#m] hair, and open up your [D#m] case [G#7]
Play the Cherokee [C#] Fiddle, you can play it for the [F#] whiskey
Good [G#] whiskey will never [A] let you lose your [A#m] place [A]
Good [C#] whiskey will never [G#7] let you lose your [C#] place
[A#m] [A] [C#] [F#]
Good [C#] whiskey will never [G#7] let you lose your [C#] place