There's a passion from the heartland that takes over
When you pick the fiddle up and strike the strings
And a beat from drums long silent finds your fingers
Gives 'em wings
There's a melody that dances on the prairies
With the power and the fury of the rain
And a music deeper than the thunder rolling
Begins again
And it's all that you can do
Play the fiddle, or the fiddle's playin' you
You can run away and hide out in the city
Lose the music in the traffic and the lights
But the music, it will hunt you down and find you
Where you hide
Listen closely, you can hear the grey wolf crying
Catch the magic of a fast approaching train
All the music, all the living, loving, dying
Begins again
And it's all that you can do
Play the mandolin or the mandolin's playin' you
Yes, it's all that you can do
Play the fiddle, or the fiddle's playin' you

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