Cookie-tin Banjo
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โฑ๏ธ 2:22 duration
๐ ID: 30040454
๐ Lyrics
My father has an old guitar
And he plays me folk songs
My father has an old guitar
And he plays me folk songs
There is nothing I want more
Than to play like him
He goes to the basement
And builds me a cookie tin banjo
He builds me a cookie tin banjo
The strings are made of rubber bands
The strap is an old red necktie
The body is the big round lid
Of a metal cookie tin
When he plays his old guitar
I play my cookie tin banjo
I play my cookie tin banjo
Right along with him
The more we play together
The more I fall in love with music
And I realize that my banjo
Is a toy that I've outgrown
I want strings of steel
And something new, and something real
And so he gets me a guitar to call my own
Then dad says to me on this fine afternoon
"Let's sit on the stairs, I'll teach you to tune"
He hands me a pick, one that's little and black
He shows me the G chord, I've never looked back
Now buried somewhere in a closet
Is my cookie tin banjo
In my arms is my guitar
My greatest source of joy
For the life that I have now
I'm grateful to my father
Who gave the gift of music to his boy
It started with a simple homemade toy
And he plays me folk songs
My father has an old guitar
And he plays me folk songs
There is nothing I want more
Than to play like him
He goes to the basement
And builds me a cookie tin banjo
He builds me a cookie tin banjo
The strings are made of rubber bands
The strap is an old red necktie
The body is the big round lid
Of a metal cookie tin
When he plays his old guitar
I play my cookie tin banjo
I play my cookie tin banjo
Right along with him
The more we play together
The more I fall in love with music
And I realize that my banjo
Is a toy that I've outgrown
I want strings of steel
And something new, and something real
And so he gets me a guitar to call my own
Then dad says to me on this fine afternoon
"Let's sit on the stairs, I'll teach you to tune"
He hands me a pick, one that's little and black
He shows me the G chord, I've never looked back
Now buried somewhere in a closet
Is my cookie tin banjo
In my arms is my guitar
My greatest source of joy
For the life that I have now
I'm grateful to my father
Who gave the gift of music to his boy
It started with a simple homemade toy
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.84] My father has an old guitar
[00:02.78] And he plays me folk songs
[00:06.64]
[00:15.70] My father has an old guitar
[00:17.59] And he plays me folk songs
[00:21.58] There is nothing I want more
[00:23.35] Than to play like him
[00:27.14] He goes to the basement
[00:28.59] And builds me a cookie tin banjo
[00:31.44] He builds me a cookie tin banjo
[00:36.31] The strings are made of rubber bands
[00:38.39] The strap is an old red necktie
[00:41.25] The body is the big round lid
[00:43.52] Of a metal cookie tin
[00:46.32] When he plays his old guitar
[00:48.14] I play my cookie tin banjo
[00:50.28] I play my cookie tin banjo
[00:52.24] Right along with him
[00:55.62]
[01:08.28] The more we play together
[01:09.74] The more I fall in love with music
[01:12.74] And I realize that my banjo
[01:14.90] Is a toy that I've outgrown
[01:18.39] I want strings of steel
[01:19.75] And something new, and something real
[01:22.04] And so he gets me a guitar to call my own
[01:27.41] Then dad says to me on this fine afternoon
[01:31.43] "Let's sit on the stairs, I'll teach you to tune"
[01:37.16] He hands me a pick, one that's little and black
[01:41.85] He shows me the G chord, I've never looked back
[01:45.55] Now buried somewhere in a closet
[01:48.10] Is my cookie tin banjo
[01:52.36] In my arms is my guitar
[01:54.40] My greatest source of joy
[01:58.19] For the life that I have now
[01:59.86] I'm grateful to my father
[02:03.18] Who gave the gift of music to his boy
[02:08.37] It started with a simple homemade toy
[02:21.52]
[00:02.78] And he plays me folk songs
[00:06.64]
[00:15.70] My father has an old guitar
[00:17.59] And he plays me folk songs
[00:21.58] There is nothing I want more
[00:23.35] Than to play like him
[00:27.14] He goes to the basement
[00:28.59] And builds me a cookie tin banjo
[00:31.44] He builds me a cookie tin banjo
[00:36.31] The strings are made of rubber bands
[00:38.39] The strap is an old red necktie
[00:41.25] The body is the big round lid
[00:43.52] Of a metal cookie tin
[00:46.32] When he plays his old guitar
[00:48.14] I play my cookie tin banjo
[00:50.28] I play my cookie tin banjo
[00:52.24] Right along with him
[00:55.62]
[01:08.28] The more we play together
[01:09.74] The more I fall in love with music
[01:12.74] And I realize that my banjo
[01:14.90] Is a toy that I've outgrown
[01:18.39] I want strings of steel
[01:19.75] And something new, and something real
[01:22.04] And so he gets me a guitar to call my own
[01:27.41] Then dad says to me on this fine afternoon
[01:31.43] "Let's sit on the stairs, I'll teach you to tune"
[01:37.16] He hands me a pick, one that's little and black
[01:41.85] He shows me the G chord, I've never looked back
[01:45.55] Now buried somewhere in a closet
[01:48.10] Is my cookie tin banjo
[01:52.36] In my arms is my guitar
[01:54.40] My greatest source of joy
[01:58.19] For the life that I have now
[01:59.86] I'm grateful to my father
[02:03.18] Who gave the gift of music to his boy
[02:08.37] It started with a simple homemade toy
[02:21.52]