Daddy Frank.kar

Daddy Frank played the guitar
and the French harp.
Sister played the ringin' tambourine.

And mama couldn't hear our pretty music
but she read our lips and helped the family sing.

That little band was all a part of livin'
and our only means of livin' at the time.

And it wasn't like no normal family combo,
'cause Daddy Frank, the guitar man, was blind.

Frank and mama counted on each other,
their one and only weakness made 'em strong.

Mama did the drivin' for the family,
and Frank made a livin' with a song.

Home was just a camp along the highway,
a pickup bed was where we bedded down.

Don't ever once remember goin' hungry,
but I remember mama cookin' on the ground.

Daddy Frank played the guitar
and the French harp.
Sister played the ringin' tambourine.

Mama couldn't hear the pretty music
but she read our lips and helped the family sing.

That little band was all a part of livin'
and our only means of livin' at the time.

And it wasn't like no normal family combo,
'cause Daddy Frank, the guitar man, was blind.

Don't remember how they got acquainted,
I can't recall just how it came to be;

but there had to be some special help
from someone,
and blessed be the one who let it be.

Fever caused my mama's loss of hearin',
Daddy Frank was born without his sight.

And mama needed someone she could lean on,
and I believe the guitar man was right.

Daddy Frank played the guitar
and the French harp.
Sister played the ringin' tambourine.

Mama couldn't hear the pretty music;
she read our lips and helped the family sing.

That little band was all a part of livin'
and our only means of livin' at the time.

And it wasn't like no normal family combo,
'cause Daddy Frank, the guitar man, was blind.