Daddy Frank (The Guitar Man)

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          Daddy Frank played the guitar and the french harp,
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          Sister played the ringing tambourine.
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          Mama couldn't hear our pretty music,
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          She read our lips and helped the family sing.
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          That little band was all a part of living,
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          And our only means of living at the time;
          And it wasn't like no normal family combo,
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          Cause Daddy Frank the guitar man was blind.
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Frank and mama counted on each other;
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Their one and only weakness made them strong.
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Mama did the driving for the family,
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And Frank made a living with a song.
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Home was just a camp along the highway;
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A pick-up bed was where we bedded down.
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Don't ever once remember going hungry,
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