MY DADDY’S OLD GUITAR

By Randy Helton ©2003

When my Daddy was livin’ he loved his old guitar

He dragged it wherever he went

Though he only knew three chords, he played them with joy

And he’d yodel and laugh and make friends

Well Daddy’s old guitar was handed down to me

Like a torch from my past

When I held it and played, my Daddy played with me

‘Till I felt his touch at last

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And God though I miss him

His laughter and love

I found that his touch still feels good

When I play his old guitar

My Daddy plays with me

His hands touching mine through the wood

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Now when I play Dad’s old guitar I don’t have to miss him

He’s still sitting in with the band

The wood and the strings still hum with his memory

The touch of his heart’s in my hands

I hope that someday somebody who loves me

Will play it and feel like I do

My Daddy’s hands left his love ringing in there

Now I’m putin’ mine in there too

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