Merle Haggard – Daddy Frank (Guitar)

      | D              |              |             |          
Daddy Frank played the guitar and the french harp,          

|                 |             | A      |          
Sister played the ringing tambourine.          

    |                 |                 | D         |          
She read our lips and helped the family sing.

     D          
That little band was all a part of living,

                                    A  
And our only means of living at the time;

                                     D       
Cause Daddy Frank the guitar man was blind.

| Bm           |               | D         |
Frank and mama counted on each other;

      | Bm          |                  | D         |
Their one and only weakness made them strong.

| G          |               | D          |
Mama did the driving for the family,

    | E        |             | A          |
And Frank made a living with a song.

| Bm            |              | D          |
Home was just a camp along the highway;

  | Bm             |               | D      |
A pick-up bed was where we bedded down.

      | G         |            | D          |
Don't ever once remember going hungry,

       | D      G   | D      A     | D      | D       (1 strum per letter)
But I remember mama cooking on the ground.

      | D              |              |             |          
Daddy Frank played the guitar and the french harp,          

|                 |             | A     |          
Sister played the ringing tambourine.          

    |                 |                 | D         |          
She read our lips and helped the family sing.

     D          
That little band was all a part of living,

                                    A  
And our only means of living at the time;

                                     D       
Cause Daddy Frank the guitar man was blind.

G                             D 
Don't remember how they got acquainted;

  G                                Bm
I can't recall just how it came to be.

      G                                D  
There had to be some special help from someone,

    Bm                             A 
And blessed be the one that let it be.

G                              D    
Fever caused my mama's loss of hearing.

G                                Bm     
Daddy Frank was born without his sight.

G                                 D
And mama needed someone she could lean on,

    | D  G        | D     A      | D       |Bb    (change key)
And I believe the guitar man was right.

      | Eb             |              |             |          
Daddy Frank played the guitar and the french harp,          

|                 |             | Bb    |          
Sister played the ringing tambourine.          

    |                 |                 | F         |          
She read our lips and helped the family sing.

     Eb         
That little band was all a part of living,

                                    Bb 
And our only means of living at the time;

                                     Eb      
Cause Daddy Frank the guitar man was blind.