"Daddy Played the Banjo" as written by and Gary Scruggs Steve Martin....
Daddy played the banjo, ?neath the yellow tree,

It rang across the backyard, an old time melody,

I loved to hear the music, I was only five,

I listened as his fingers made the banjo come alive.

Sometimes I?d wake up at night, and hear a distant tune,

The banjo would echo, ?round my childhood room,

I?d sneak down the back stairs, Daddy never knew.

I?d grab a broom and make believe, I was pickin?, too.


One day Daddy put my fingers down upon his fist,

He picked it with his other hand, we made the banjo ring;

Now the music takes me back, cross the yellow day,

Soon the summer?s with my Dad, and the tunes he made.


But I?m just tellin? lyes ?bout the things I did,

See I?m that banjo player who never had a kid,

Now, I sit, beneath that yellow tree,

Hopin? that a kid somewhere, is listening to me.

Daddy played the banjo, ?neath the yellow tree,

It rang across the backyard and wove a spell on me,

Now the banjo takes me back, through the foggy haze,

With memories of what never was, become the good old days.

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"Daddy Played the Banjo" as written by Stephen Martin Gary Scruggs


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