Steve Martin - Daddy Played The Banjo 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.