Smithfield - Dad's Guitar

In nineteen seventy something
They halted all production
Made that make and model hard to find
Learned everything he'd play me
From Hard Days Night to Annie
Didn't know how much I'd miss it at the time

I swear I hear his voice like echoes
Runnin' through the wood and metal
Teachin' me 'bout so much more
Than pickin' strings and playing chords
Yeah, life gets hard and God knows where I'd be
Without the songs my dad's guitar left in me

I remember them both sayin'
It's a six month separation
Love just need space to heal sometimes (sometimes)
But he never felt that far away
Every time I opened up that case
And found that piece of him he left behind

I swear I hear his voice like echoes
Runnin' through the wood and metal
Teachin' me 'bout so much more
Than pickin' strings and playing chords
Yeah, life gets hard and God knows where I'd be
Without the songs my dad's guitar left in me

There's something in the craftsmanship
That makes it sing this way
Hope I'll have the master's touch just like him someday

I swear I hear his voice like echoes
Runnin' through the wood and metal
Teachin' me 'bout so much more
Than pickin' strings and playing chords
Yeah, life gets hard and God knows where I'd be (where I'd be)
Without the songs my dad's guitar left in me
Oh (oh), oh (oh)

Written by:
Trey Smith

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