Song parody of
Daddy Played the Banjo
by Steve Martin
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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.
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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.
