Story Behind the Song
It is a true story. I learned to play because my Dad told me it was the one way
beyond my education up in the world. In the end, it became the basis of a lifetime of
friendship with him. No amount of money or
fame can replace what I got from playing
my daddy's guitar.
Lyrics
Daddy's Guitar
I was only eight years old
When my daddy set me down
And gave me his old Stella box to tune
Though the strings, they set too high,
Oh I didn't really mind
Cause he taught me how to play
An old soft shoe.
And he said, "Son, I'll never have
A lot of money,
But I'll give you this and maybe it will do,
And then somewhere out that door,
Though you started mighty poor
You'll have a little something of mine
To get you through.
So my daddy taught his son
To play the guitar.
To pick the Wildwood Flower
And the Mountain Dew
How to play a country song with a feeling Deep and strong
And to cry a little teardrop as I do,
So I'll play my daddy's guitar now for you.
Then the years went rolling by
As I sat there by his side
Playing rhythm while he played a mandolin
Then he'd take his fiddle bow
And play the Faded Rose
Making sure that I remembered how it went.
But the songs we sing in life
Don't last forever
And his hands grew tired like a daddy's Always do
But when his eyes could barely see
He'd sit and listen then to me
As I played him every country song I knew.
My daddy taught his son to play the guitar
To pick the Wildwood Flower
And the Mountain Dew
How to play a country song with a feeling Deep and strong
And to cry a little teardrop as I do,
So I'll play my guitar, Daddy, now for you.
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