Cherokee Fiddle She Comes Around A lively illustration of a couple fast two stepping in a dancehall at night. The couple is in sync their cowboy boots gliding across the wooden floor1.webp.webp
Lyrics: Cherokee Fiddle (She Comes Around)
Performed by Whiskey Wind & The Prairie Boys
Cherokee Fiddle (She Comes Around) – DOWNLOAD
(Verse 1)
My baby ain’t much for sittin’ still,
But when that fiddle hits, she’s had her fill.
She don’t know I’ve been payin’ the DJ right,
With a fifth of whiskey to get that song in flight.
She thinks it’s luck when the tune comes on,
But me and Jim Beam, we’ve been workin’ all along.
(Pre-Chorus)
Every time the radio plays that sound,
It’s like clockwork, yeah, she comes around.
(Chorus)
My baby comes around when she hears “Cherokee Fiddle,”
Starts dancin’ like the devil’s right there in the middle.
She’s got a fire in her eyes, and a sway in her hips,
Soon as the bow slides, she’s bitin’ her lips.
She don’t know the station manager’s my old friend,
And a bottle of Jack’s how the music begins.
Yeah, my baby comes around when she hears that sound,
“Cherokee Fiddle” gets her on the ground.
(Verse 2)
The DJ takes the fifth, no questions asked,
‘Cause he knows that fiddle’s part of my cowboy task.
It’s better than roses, better than wine,
That melody’s my secret weapon every time.
She swears it’s fate when it plays real loud,
But I’m the one behind that honky-tonk cloud.
(Pre-Chorus)
When life gets quiet, I know what to do,
Just slip the DJ a drink, and watch her move.
(Chorus)
My baby comes around when she hears “Cherokee Fiddle,”
Starts dancin’ like the devil’s right there in the middle.
She’s got a fire in her eyes, and a sway in her hips,
Soon as the bow slides, she’s bitin’ her lips.
She don’t know the station manager’s my old friend,
And a bottle of Jack’s how the music begins.
Yeah, my baby comes around when she hears that sound,
“Cherokee Fiddle” gets her on the ground.
(Bridge)
If food’s an aphrodisiac, then that fiddle’s the song,
She’s up on her feet before the first note’s gone.
I don’t need chocolates, flowers, or a bouquet,
Just turn on the radio and let it play.
(Chorus)
My baby comes around when she hears “Cherokee Fiddle,”
Starts dancin’ like the devil’s right there in the middle.
She’s got a fire in her eyes, and a sway in her hips,
Soon as the bow slides, she’s bitin’ her lips.
She don’t know the station manager’s my old friend,
And a bottle of Jack’s how the music begins.
Yeah, my baby comes around when she hears that sound,
“Cherokee Fiddle” gets her on the ground.
(Outro)
Yeah, my baby comes alive when that fiddle plays,
And I’ll keep the whiskey flowin’ for her dancin’ ways.
“Cherokee Fiddle” brings her around every time,
And that’s just fine by me, she’s mine all night.
Cherokee Fiddle (She Comes Around) – Music and Lyrics by Alan Nafzger
Fiddle and Fire
By Alan Nafzger (1981)
A quiet night on the open plains,
The stars above, no hint of rain.
But there’s a spark that never dies,
In the sway of her hips and fire in her eyes.
She’s not the kind to sit and wait,
Her restless soul don’t hesitate.
But when that fiddle starts to cry,
She moves like wind beneath the sky.
She thinks it’s chance, a lucky sound,
That draws her feet to the solid ground.
But I’ve been workin’, no one knows,
With whiskey deals and secret shows.
The DJ takes the bottle neat,
Then spins the tune that sweeps her feet.
And like a flame that’s caught the breeze,
She’s dancin’, wild, with perfect ease.
It ain’t no magic, ain’t no fate,
Just my sly hand behind the gate.
With every pull of that fiddle’s bow,
She dances where the moonbeams glow.
She don’t need words or fancy things,
Just the sound of those fiddle strings.
And as she moves, the world fades out,
Her steps are all that I think about.
So I’ll keep slippin’ that whiskey in,
To keep the tune that draws her in.
For when that fiddle starts to play,
She’ll dance until the break of day.
This is my form of pay-ola,
My own kind of pay for play.
Nashville pays the station
To keep those worn-out tunes on air.
If they can slip a dollar for a song long past its day,
Why can’t I buy a moment too,
To watch her dance away?
A bottle for the DJ, a fiddle tune that hums,
And with a sip of whiskey,
The magic always comes.
Last Updated on October 19, 2024 by Alan Nafzger
Originally Published at FarmerCowboy.com
2024-10-19 03:25:09
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