My Papa was a hobo, when they delivered me.
We didn't have a doctor 'cause he couldn't pay the fee.
But when the goin' got too bad, to ease his misery,
But Papa played the dobro this a way:
And he'd go:
When company would come around he kept the dobro hid.
He knew he couldn't play the way the other players did.
Why the guitar's resonator was a gallon bucket lead.
But papa played the dobro this a way:
And he'd go:
Well, now that Papa's gone away,it's hanging by the flue.
The top of it's rusted and the strings are rusty too.
It won't ever sound the way that it did when it was new.
When Papa played the dobro this a way:
And he'd go
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