Rule #14 - Fiddler's Heart

He's a travelling gypsy, he grins like one too
 Lives outside the boxes, wearin' such worn-out shoes
 And he lights up the fiddle like his cheap cigarettes
 And all the girls love him, oh, he's hard to forget
 There's more people dancing than I've ever seen
 A man made of gold grew up on these streets
 Connects with the people and loves them as they are
 Everyone's listening to that fiddler's heart
 Fiddler's heart
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 He's a travelling gypsy, and I know him quite well
 And when he starts rambling, I find it funny as hell
 And he gets the crowd laughing, well, some people leave
 And if he offends you, well, that's just his cup of tea
 There's more people dancing than I've ever seen
 A man made of gold grew up on these streets
 Connects with the people and loves them as they are
 Everyone's listening to that fiddler's heart
 Fiddler's heart
 There's more people dancing than I've ever seen
 A man made of gold grew up on these streets
 Connects with the people and loves them as they are
 Everyone's listening to that fiddler's heart
 Everyone's listening to that fiddler's heart