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Blood on the fiddle
Of Pines And Ghosts
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The pawnshop wood was dry and split
A case of dust and whispered sin
I laid down twenty, grabbed the neck of it
And let the old dark song begin
There's blood on the fiddle, but it ain't mine
It's a debt that's owed in a different time
Plays a tune so sweet, it'll rot your teeth
And haunt you down the line.
It sang of fire, it sang of flood
Of a gambler's luck that turned to black
Every note was mixed with mud
And a spirit that won't turn its back
There's blood on the fiddle, but it ain't mine
It's a debt that's owed in a different time
Plays a tune so sweet, it'll rot your teeth
And haunt you down the line.
Now my own two hands don't feel the same
They move the bow without my aim
And the melody I can't erase
Is written on a dead man's face
There's blood on the fiddle, but it ain't mine
It's a debt that's owed in a different time
Plays a tune so sweet, it'll rot your teeth
And haunt you down the line.
Just haunt you down the line...
Oh, haunt you down the line.
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