Daddy Played The Banjo

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' lies about 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.