Rule #14

He′s a traveling gypsy
He grins like one too
Lives outside the boxesWearin' 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!

He′s a traveling gypsy
And I know him quite well
And when he starts rambling
I find it's funny as hell
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