Grandpa Jones — Dont Bring Your Banjo Home

[Intro] My pappy owned our little farm Was happy as could be Everything around the farm was in perfect harmony Then one day the mailman came A-drivin' his ol' roan He left a banjo that would bring Much discord to our home Pap ran me off and yelled at me 'Don't bring your banjo home' [Verse 1] I picked and sang, all day long 'Til pappy just went wild He said of all his sixteen kids I was the problem child He grabbed a hickory Ran me off With not a [?] tone He yelled When you come a-sneaking back Don't bring your banjo home Son, leave that thing in town Boy, don't bring your banjo home [Verse 2] I tried to figure what to do So I could pick and sing I wanted to become a star More than anything To get a spot on the radio I'd trade anything I own But pap had put it very clear Don't bring your banjo home Son, leave the five in town Boy, 'don't bring that banjo home!' [Verse 3] One day a note came to my pap That saddened his ol' face He said 'Pay off the mortgage Or we'll take your little place' It mad me glad 'Cause I was mad Plumb down to the bone Because he yelled at me that day Don't bring your banjo home Son, leave that thing in town Boy, don't bring your banjo home [Verse 4] But I got to thinking of pap's old face And an idea struck me square I'd put a show on In our barn And pick my banjo there I advertised A crowd came in The money paid the loan Now when I go to town pap says Boy, bring your banjo home Son, don't leave that jewel in town Boy, bring your banjo home