Tonight I'm back at our old table in our favorite hide-a-way

Where we used to laugh and dance and hear those happy fiddles play

But the love she once had for me couldn't stand the test of time

Now the fiddles don't sound happy seem to know that she's not mine

I hear those sad violins playing softly just for me

And their crying strings just fit the mood I'm in

I don't hear the happy fiddles that used to play for her and me

Now all I hear is sad violins

[ steel - fiddle ]

The soft warm wine once sweet and gentle now has such a bitter taste

And I never thought this corner could be such a lonely place

The spotlight on the band just turned a lonely shade of blue

As they start to play our favorite song in memory of you

I hear those sad violins...

Now all I hear is sad violins