Right Lane lyrics

Artist - Carl Wilson

Album - Carl Wilson

Lyrics - Right Lane

When the [D]train pulled into the [G]station

He'd open up his [A]case [Bb]and resin up his [Bm]bow [Bb]

He'd play upside down the Orange Blossom Special

Cause if you want to make a living you've got to put on a good show

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And when he'd smell the smoke and the cinders

He'd slick back his hair, and open up his case

He'd play the Cherokee Fiddle, he'd play it for the whiskey

Cause good whiskey never let him lose his place

He was always there, playing for the miners

The Devil's Dream was a song they understood

And then he'd go out to Oklahoma

But he'd wait till the trains were running and the weather was good

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Now the Indians are dressing up like cowboys

And the cowboys are putting leather and turquoise on

And the music is sold by lawyers

And the fools who fiddled in the middle of the stations are gone

Some folks say they'll never miss him

That old fiddle [Bm]squealed like the engines brakes

The Cherokee Fiddle is gone forever

Like the music of the whistle that the old locomotives made

So when you smell the smoke and the cinders

Slick back your hair, and open up your case

Play the Cherokee Fiddle, you can play it for the whiskey

Good whiskey will never let you lose your place

Good whiskey will never let you lose your place

Good whiskey will never let you lose your place

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