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Gypsy Fiddle

from Shipwrecked in a Bottle by Meisce

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If I said I've got no choice, you'd say I'm full of shit
But I truly did not choose to drink and that is the truth of it
I can tell you exactly how I came into these straights
I was walking through the city, and I was coming to the gates

A haunting air did float my way and the music tickled my ear
And before I knew it I was hooked, and I felt her drawing near

Horse hair touched to catgut and the music was divine
I followed her off into the hills as I lost all track of time
I ended my trek by her firelight, and there to my surprise
A band of gypsies joined her tune with a twinkle in their eyes

A haunting air did float my way and the music tickled my ear
And before I knew it I was hooked, and I felt her drawing near

They played so long into the night, I stood transfixed 'til morning's light
Minutes passed and my vision cleared and the gypsy girl had disappeared
A whiskey jug sat in her wake, my heart so heavy, about to break
So I finished the jug to ease the pain of never hearing her tune again

She played her fiddle she played it well
I would have followed that tune through the gates of hell
But the tune now fades like her memory
So a fucking drunk I will always be

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from Shipwrecked in a Bottle, released March 11, 2008
music and words: A. Knaff

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Seattle-based folk punk from 2002-2013.

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