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Smithfield

Dad's Guitar

 

Dad's Guitar


In nineteen-seventy-something
They halted all production
Made that make and model hard to find
Learned everything he'd play me
From Hard Day's Night to Amie
Didn't know how much I'd miss it at the time

I swear I hear his voice like echoes
Running through the wood and metal
Teaching me 'bout so much more
Than picking strings and playing chords
Yeah, life gets hard and God knows where I'd be
Without the songs my dad's guitar left in me

I remember them both saying
It's a six-month separation
Love just needs space to heal sometimes (sometimes)
But he never felt that far away
Every time I opened up that case
And found that piece of him he left behind

I swear I hear his voice like echoes
Running through the wood and metal
Teaching me 'bout so much more
Than picking strings and playing chords
Yeah, life gets hard and God knows where I'd be
Without the songs my dad's guitar left in me

There's something in the craftsmanship
That makes it sing this way
Hope I'll have the master's touch
Just like him someday

I swear I hear his voice like echoes
Running through the wood and metal
Teaching me 'bout so much more
Than picking strings and playing chords
Yeah, life gets hard and God knows where I'd be (where I'd be)
Without the songs my dad's guitar left in me

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