He's a traveling gypsy He grins like one too Lives outside the boxes Wearin' 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 And 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