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 I'd love to hear my daddy play once again, 

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 all the song's that he taught me when I was a kid.

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 John Henry, Ol' Shep and Faded love,

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 I fall to pieces, and on the wings of a dove.

 

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 Just a few chords on the banjo, that was all he knew,

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 but in the eyes of a child, man his fingers flew,

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 I practiced and I practiced till I got it right,

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 Packed up everything and just took off one night.

 

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 I made it from the beer joints to the Opre stage.

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 He said the only difference is what your gettin' paid.

 

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 He didn't care that everybody knew my name,

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 he said its all for nothin' if you don't stay the same.

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 But when he died the preacher cried,

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 said he's the lucky one, he's walkin' hand in hand with Gods only son.

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 My faith and common since tell me the preachers right,

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 But I'd love to hear the banjo ring for me tonight.

 

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 And I will honor my father with these words I write down.

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 and as long as I remember him he'll always be around.

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 And the pain of loosing him cuts like a Randall knife.

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 I learned a few chords on the banjo was the key to life.

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 Yea the pain of loosing him cuts like a Randall knife,

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 I learned a few chords on the banjo was the key to life.