「歌曲」Daddy Frank-Merle Haggard_20260827_165729

Daddy Frank was a musician,
He played the guitar and the fiddle,
And Mama sang the harmony,
In the middle of the kitchen,
On a Saturday night,
The kids all danced around them,
And the neighbors would all gather round,
To hear the music sound.

Daddy Frank had a job at the mill,
But his heart was in the music,
And Mama’s voice was a sweet, sweet thrill,
That could ease any blues,
They’d play until the morning light,
With a jug of wine and a song,
And the children’s laughter would fill the night,
As the family carried on.

Oh, Daddy Frank and Mama Sue,
They made a living from the songs they knew,
Through the hard times and the rain,
They’d play again and again,
And the love they shared would never fade,
In the music they had made.

Daddy Frank taught me how to play,
On an old beat-up guitar,
And Mama’s voice would show the way,
To a world of wonder and stars,
Now I sing their songs to my own,
And I pass the music down,
For the melody still carries on,
In every small town.

Oh, Daddy Frank and Mama Sue,
They made a living from the songs they knew,
Through the hard times and the rain,
They’d play again and again,
And the love they shared would never fade,
In the music they had made.