If I said I've got no choice, you'd say I'm full of shit
But I truly did not choose to drink and that is the truth of it
I can tell you exactly how I came into these straights
I was walking through the city, and I was coming to the gates
A haunting air did float my way and the music tickled my ear
And before I knew it I was hooked, and I felt her drawing near
Horse hair touched to catgut and the music was divine
I followed her off into the hills as I lost all track of time
I ended my trek by her firelight, and there to my surprise
A band of gypsies joined her tune with a twinkle in their eyes
A haunting air did float my way and the music tickled my ear
And before I knew it I was hooked, and I felt her drawing near
They played so long into the night, I stood transfixed 'til mornings light
Minutes passed and my vision cleared and the gypsy girl had disappeared
A whiskey jug sat in her wake, my heart so heavy, about to break
So I finished the jug to ease the pain of never hearing her tune again
She played her fiddle she played it well
I would have followed that tune through the gates of hell
But the tune now fades like her memory so a fucking drunk I will always be