Randy Waller — Daddy's Old Guitar lyrics

Lyrics

The first time he took that case and opened it for me.
In the backseat of some Chevrolet,
Or maybe GMC,
I ran my hands across the strings,
And he promised it to me.
Well, I was maybe three or four years old,
But I remember to this day.
The air was filled with magic sounds as he began to play.
And I still recall daydreaming,
How wonderful it’d be
If I could learn to play like him,
He promised it to me.
It was round about the springtime
Of nineteen seventy-two.
He’s off to the marketplace to run an errand there or two.
He put that guitar in the corner,
His method tried and true.
He said «Don't mess around with that old guitar,
No matter what you do.»
It’s true; I am a Waller,
My Daddy’s firstborn son.
I could do a thing or two but listen and want one.
As soon as he was down the driveway,
He knew where that guitar would be.
Passing down those magic sounds,
He promised it to me.
It’s come to mean so much,
This old «Herringbone Deluxe,»
The old dreadnought that sparked the flame,
My Daddy’s old guitar.
It was cold that night in Gordonsville,
The Christmas of '02.
Many friends had gathered round when my daddy called to me.
As he reached inside that guitar case,
He gently set it free.
He said «Son you guard it with your life,»
And he passed it on to me.
Forty years have come and gone
Since that night in sixty-three.
If anything could mean so much,
I can’t imagine what it’d be.
As I was traveling down the highway,
Headed east on thirty-three,
I bowed my head and a teardrop fell.
He’d passed it on to me.
It’s come to mean so much,
That old «Herringbone Deluxe,»
The old dreadnought that sparked the flame,
My daddy’s old guitar.
I’m the keeper of the sacred flame,
My daddy’s old guitar.