Tom: D
G D A7 D
[Verse]
D
My papa was a hobo when they delivered me
G D
We didn't have a doctor cause he couldn't pay the fee
G D
But when the goin' got too bad to ease his misery
A7 D
Papa played the dobro this way
G
And he'd go...
[Interlude]
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[Verse]
D
When company would come around, he kept the dobro hid
G D
He knew he couldn't play the way the other players did
G D
Why the guitar's resonator was a gallon bucket lid
A7 D
But Papa played the dobro this way
G
And he'd go...
[Interlude]
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[Verse]
D
Well now that Papa's gone away, it's hanging by the flue
G D
The top of it is busted and the strings are rusted, too
G D
It will never sound the way it did the day that it was new
A7 D
When Papa played the dobro this way
G
And he'd go...
[Interlude]
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[Ending]
Bm G
No, he'll never play that way again
D A7
He's left behind more friends that he won't have to win
Bm G
Sometimes we sit and talk awhile
D A7
About the way he made us smile
NC
When he played....
[Interlude]
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NC
So he'll play.....
[Interlude]
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