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DADDY WON’T YOU BUY ME A GUITAR
Written by Barry P. Foley
Copyright © 22 August 1976
I remember years ago, when my baby was six months old
We used to sit on the sofa and play
I'd pick my old guitar and sings songs
About life and its ways
My little girl would sit there beside as I played
For hours and hours on end
Just to see here little eyes light up as I sang
Touched me time and again
It wasn't to long after then, she came up her Daddy one day
She kissed me on the cheek and took my by the hand and
Quietly I heard her say. . . she said.
Chorus:
Daddy, won't you buy me a guitar for my birthday
I'm big enough now
Oh daddy, won't you buy me a guitar for my birthday
You can teach me how, to play
Well, my girl grew older and she learned how to play
And how, oh how she could sing
When I look in her eyes, I see a star
And I know she's gonna fill all my dreams
She sings
Repeat Chorus
But now it's not a dream any longer
For there on the stage, now there she stands
And she looks out in that big Ole Opry crowd,
And realizes my only plan
And she sings
Repeat Chorus
I remember years ago, when my baby was six months old
We used to sit on the sofa and play
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