Dads Old Fiddle

There’s two nails in the wall above the door in the hall

Where Dad’s old fiddle hung for twenty years

I recall as just a boy how my heart would beat with joy

When Daddy would play the song I loved to hear

And Daddy would play

Daddy never left us any will telling us what he’d give

But everybody knew his fiddle was mine

But the fiddle was all he left so I had to teach myself

And I bet I played his song a million times

And I would play

Well if dad could see me now oh I know that he’d be proud

To hear his old fiddle played once again

But maybe it won’t be long till I join him in his song

And together we’ll play this song once again

And then we’ll play