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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;

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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.

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