Chords for Steve Martin with the Steep Canyon Rangers - Daddy Played the Banjo (Official)

_ _ Let me tell you the history of this song a little bit.
_ _ _ My wife actually gave me a book of poetry, but it was called The Stuffed Owl.
It was a book of bad poetry through the ages.
_ And I read it and I thought, you know, I bet I could write some bad poetry. _
And _ _ so I wrote a little poem and I put it away.
And about a year later, I got it out and I looked at it and I said, you know, _ _ that might
be some bad poetry, but it's not a bad country song.
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I _ _ _ _ don't know if that would go over or not. _ _ _
_ I got together with Gary Strux, son of [B] Earl, and a great musician and songwriter.
_ And I said, what can we do to work on this?
So we worked on it together.
_ [E] And [B] I think we took the badness out of it.
And it's called _ Daddy [N] _ Played the Banjo.
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The banjo come alive. _
_ Sometimes I wake up at night and hear a [C#m] distant tune. _
[B] The music would echo around my [F#] childhood room. _
[B] And I'd sneak down the back stairs that he [E] never knew. _ _
[B] And I'd grab a broom and make believe [F#] that I was [B] picking trees. _ _ _
[F#] One day, Daddy placed my [B] fingers down upon the strings.
And [F#] he picked it with his other [B] hand.
We made the [F#] banjo ring. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] Now the music takes me back across the [E] yellow _ day.
[B] To the summers with my dad and the tunes he played. _
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_ _ _ I'm just telling lies about the things [C#m] I did.
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_ [B] Because I'm the banjo player who never [F#m] had a key.
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_ [F#m] [B] Now I sit beneath the [E] yellow tree. _
_ [B] And hoping that a kid [F#] somewhere is listening [B] to me.
_ _ _ Daddy played the banjo beneath the yellow [E] _
tree.
_ [B] It rang across the backyard and wove a spell [F#] on me.
_ _ [B] Now the banjo takes me back through the [E] foggy haze.
_ _ [B] Where a memory of what never was became the good old days. _ _ _ _ _
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