Daddy Frank - Merle Haggard

Daddy Frank played the guitar and the French harp

Sister played the ringing tambourine

Mama couldn’t hear our pretty music

She read our lips and helped the family sing

That little band was all a part of living

And our only means of living at the time

And it wasn’t like no normal family combo

'Cause daddy Frank the guitar man was blind

Frank and mama counted on each other

Their one and only weakness made them strong

Mama did the driving for the family

And Frank made a living with a song

Home was just a camp along the highway

A pick-up bed was where we bedded down

Don’t ever once remember going hungry

But I remember mama cooking on the ground

Don’t remember how they got acquainted

I can’t recall just how it came to be There had to be some special help from someone

And blessed be the one that let it be Fever caused my mama’s loss of hearing

Daddy Frank was born without his sight

And mama needed someone she could lean on And I believe the guitar man was right

Daddy Frank played the guitar and the French harp

Sister played the ringing tambourine

Mama couldn’t hear our pretty music

She read our lips and helped the family sing