Steve Martin
Ddaddy Played the Banjo
Daddy played the banjo, beneath 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, around 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, across the yellow day,To the summers 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, beneath the yellow tree,It rang across the backyard and wove a spell on me,Now the banjo takes me back, through the foggy haze,When memories of what never was, become the good old days.
From Letras Mania