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(Martin Steve; Scruggs Gary) 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 wake up at night and hear a distant tune The banjo would echo 'round my childhood moon I'd sneak down the backstairs, daddy never knew And grab a broom and make believe I was pickin' tunes One day daddy put my fingers down upon the strings He picked it with his other hand, we made the banjo ring Now the music takes me back across the yellow days To the summers with my dad and the tunes he played Well, I'm just tellin' lies about the things I did See, I'm that banjo player who never had a cue 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 Where memories of what never was become the good old days Daddy played the banjo From Letras Mania