Daddy Played the Banjo
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โฑ๏ธ 3:35 duration
๐ ID: 24669647
๐ Lyrics
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' 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.
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' 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.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:23.08] Daddy played the banjo, 'neath the yellow tree,
[00:27.96] It rang across the backyard, an old time melody,
[00:34.33] I loved to hear the music, I was only five,
[00:39.73] I listened as his fingers made the banjo come alive.
[00:46.14] Sometimes I'd wake up at night, and hear a distant tune,
[00:50.67] The banjo would echo, 'round my childhood room,
[00:57.25] I'd sneak down the back stairs, Daddy never knew.
[01:02.39] I'd grab a broom and make believe, I was pickin', too.
[01:08.88] One day Daddy put my fingers down upon his fist,
[01:13.33] He picked it with his other hand, we made the banjo ring;
[01:19.87] Now the music takes me back, cross the yellow day,
[01:28.00] Soon the summer's with my Dad, and the tunes he made.
[01:54.97] But I'm just tellin' lyes 'bout the things I did,
[02:02.58] See I'm that banjo player who never had a kid,
[02:13.41] Now, I sit, beneath that yellow tree,
[02:19.77] Hopin' that a kid somewhere, is listening to me.
[02:25.20] Daddy played the banjo, 'neath the yellow tree,
[02:30.65] It rang across the backyard and wove a spell on me,
[02:37.15] Now the banjo takes me back, through the foggy haze,
[02:43.55] With memories of what never was, become the good old days.
[03:13.97]
[00:27.96] It rang across the backyard, an old time melody,
[00:34.33] I loved to hear the music, I was only five,
[00:39.73] I listened as his fingers made the banjo come alive.
[00:46.14] Sometimes I'd wake up at night, and hear a distant tune,
[00:50.67] The banjo would echo, 'round my childhood room,
[00:57.25] I'd sneak down the back stairs, Daddy never knew.
[01:02.39] I'd grab a broom and make believe, I was pickin', too.
[01:08.88] One day Daddy put my fingers down upon his fist,
[01:13.33] He picked it with his other hand, we made the banjo ring;
[01:19.87] Now the music takes me back, cross the yellow day,
[01:28.00] Soon the summer's with my Dad, and the tunes he made.
[01:54.97] But I'm just tellin' lyes 'bout the things I did,
[02:02.58] See I'm that banjo player who never had a kid,
[02:13.41] Now, I sit, beneath that yellow tree,
[02:19.77] Hopin' that a kid somewhere, is listening to me.
[02:25.20] Daddy played the banjo, 'neath the yellow tree,
[02:30.65] It rang across the backyard and wove a spell on me,
[02:37.15] Now the banjo takes me back, through the foggy haze,
[02:43.55] With memories of what never was, become the good old days.
[03:13.97]