Banjo Mac - Donna Dean
Life was simple
When I was a kid
I played in a big back yard
I'd wake up in the morning
To my mama's smile
Got to sleep to the
Sound of her guitar
You could almost hit a home
Run to my grand daddy's house
We'd all gather there
Our little family band
Grand daddy played the
Banjo and an old lap steel
That he made out of
Wood with his hands
Time keeps moving
Nothing stays the same
And I know there's no going back
But I still miss the
Sound of my mama's guitar
And the songs of banjo mac
They called him banjo mac
I heard all the stories
'Bout when he was a sailor
He'd bring all the boys back home
They'd drink a lot rum
Pick late into the night
Fill the kitchen with old sailing songs
Time keeps moving
Nothing stays the same
And I know there's no going back
But I still miss the
Sound of my mama's guitar
And the songs of banjo mac
They called him banjo mac
Time keeps moving
Nothing stays the same
And I know there's no going back
But I still miss the
Sound of my mama's guitar
And the songs of banjo mac
I still miss the
Sound of my mama's guitar
And the songs of banjo mac
They called him banjo mac