My father owned a banjo
He kept it in a case
I found it and I played it
Oh what a big mistake
It was his prize possession
And he treated it as such
He took it back and hid it
Said I wasn't meant to touch
And so it's still a sacred thing
Even though Dad's gone
To play it now would be a shame
Even for a farewell song
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