Bluegrass Fiddler Of London

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

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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

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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

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