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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.


--Chorus--

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.

--Break--


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.