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• Artiste: Steve Martin
• Titre: Ddaddy Played the Banjo
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Daddy played the banjo, beneath 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, around 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, across the yellow day, To the summers with my Dad, and the tunes he made. But I'm just tellin' lies about 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, beneath the yellow tree, It rang across the backyard and wove a spell on me, Now the banjo takes me back, through the foggy haze, When memories of what never was, become the good old days.