Tonight I'm back at our old table in our favorite hide-a-way
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Where we used to laugh and dance and hear those happy fiddles play
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But the love she once had for me couldn't stand the test of time
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Now the fiddles don't sound happy seem to know that she's not mine
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I hear those sad violins playing softly just for me
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And their crying strings just fit the mood I'm in
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I don't hear the happy fiddles that used to play for her and me
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Now all I hear is sad violins
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[ steel - fiddle ]
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The soft warm wine once sweet and gentle now has such a bitter taste
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And I never thought this corner could be such a lonely place
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The spotlight on the band just turned a lonely shade of blue
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As they start to play our favorite song in memory of you
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I hear those sad violins...
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Now all I hear is sad violins
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Sad Violins
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Red Sovine |