Old Time Fiddler
We fell on hard times in the Summer of '65.
Everything waiting up ahead was all left behind.
We grew into the me and you, everything we felt.
A twist of fate we had to play the hand we been dealt.
At 12 working for the man just had to get away.
On my way sparked with dreams of a California holiday.
We grew into the me and you, everything we felt.
A twist of fate we had to play the hand we been dealt.
Dive in deep water, get out of our minds.
One eye on the road ahaed one on the one behind.
Over the hills and far away into the rising sun.
Dreaming of your love and kisses my pretty one.
We spent our days and nights on the poor side of town.
Ride the tiger through the woods. Pick 'em up and knock 'em down.
We grew into the me and you, everything we felt.
A twist of fate we had to play the hand we been dealt.
Moon on the horizon and a whisper on the wind.
Silence falls in the dead of the night just like the twilight's end.
We grew into the me and you, everything we felt.
A twist of fate we had to play the hand we been dealt.
Dive in deep water, get out of our minds.
One eye on the road ahaed one on the one behind.
Over the hills and far away into the rising sun.
Dreaming of your love and kisses my pretty one.
© 2026 Faron Collins Music
A Silver Box Production with Chrome Film Entertainment
℗ 2026 My Own Records