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Cookie-tin Banjo
Benjamin Scheuer
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My father has an old guitar
And he plays me folk songs
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My father has an old guitar
And he plays me folk songs
There is nothing I want more
Than to play like him
He goes to the basement
And builds me a cookie tin banjo
He builds me a cookie tin banjo
The strings are made of rubber bands
The strap is an old red necktie
The body is the big round lid
Of a metal cookie tin
When he plays his old guitar
I play my cookie tin banjo
I play my cookie tin banjo
Right along with him
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The more we play together
The more I fall in love with music
And I realize that my banjo
Is a toy that I've outgrown
I want strings of steel
And something new, and something real
And so he gets me a guitar to call my own
Then dad says to me on this fine afternoon
"Let's sit on the stairs, I'll teach you to tune"
He hands me a pick, one that's little and black
He shows me the G chord, I've never looked back
Now buried somewhere in a closet
Is my cookie tin banjo
In my arms is my guitar
My greatest source of joy
For the life that I have now
I'm grateful to my father
Who gave the gift of music to his boy
It started with a simple homemade toy
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