Bluegrass Fiddler of London

Well I was walkin’ around feelin’ lost
Wonderin’ what to do
Tourists everywhere
With no time to spare
I was feelin’ lonesome and blue

I looked around in the paper
For the sights to see
It seemed a little absurd
I thought, oh my word
I’m goin’ to a jamboree

She’s the bluegrass fiddler of London
Up north in Kentish Town
For the music that’s so fine
Head on up to the Vine
For a taste of that old-time sound

Now I got nothin’ against the punk rockers,
The hot-town women with the belly button rings
But when I just got to let loose
I hop on the caboose
To listen to them old fiddle strings

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Soon I’ll head back to Massachusetts
Though I’ll be sorry to part
Now I loved that beans and toast
But what I’ll remember most
Was how that fiddle warmed my lonely heart

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“Bluegrass Fiddler of London” originally appeared on the CD and cassette, Make It So, in 1996.

For several weeks in 1995 I had a pretty rough time traveling around Ireland and England. I got really sick, and couldn’t busk, and I was broke, and hungry. But I managed to get out of the hostel on the nights I wasn’t feeling too shit, and one of those nights was spent hanging out at a pub called the Vine in Kentish Town, which is a neighborhood of London. There were a bunch of impressive bluegrass musicians there holding court, which around that time was something you would run into a bit more often in both England and Ireland. Or maybe I was just looking for it more back then, I don’t know. But I had such an enjoyable evening, I was inspired to verse.

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