Daddy’s Dobro

Daddy’s Dobro

@David Pugh/Rick Lang

V1

Still got my daddy’s dobro, never left its case 

Just too soon to take it out, he misses dads embrace 

Since daddy’s gone to heaven, that dobro’s stuck with me

What’s that underneath the bridge, a teardrop that I see?

V2

That old Regal Sunburst, would rest on daddy’s lap 

His fingers learned to play with ease up and down the next 

From Bashful Brother Oswald, to Uncle Josh Graves 

They became his heroes all the rest of his days

1st Chorus 

When daddy played the dobro, how he could make it ring

With them silver finger picks, bar moving cross the strings 

He’d play The Great Speckled Bird, stick to the melody

That dobro meant so much to dad

Now it means so much to me

V3

In our little family band, as we sang along

Dad played on that dobro, took breaks on every song

From the hills of West Virginia to the Bluegrass State

Folks would clap when daddy brought that dobro to the stage 

V4

Time marched on and I watched daddy’s hair turn to gray

His body growing weaker until he couldn’t play 

From high up in the heavens, he’ll be smiling down on me 

When I take that dobro from its case, slide the bar along the strings 

2nd Chorus 

When daddy played the dobro, how he could make it ring

With them silver finger picks, bar moving on the strings 

He’d play the Wabash Cannonball, stick to the melody

That dobro meant so much to dad

Now it means so much to me