I wrote this several years ago; the night before I was to deliver the eulogy at my father's funeral. My father and I were professional musicians..
Age 4 Daddy, play with me one more time. I know it's late, but I can't sleep tonight. You could turn the clock back And make it yesterday. 'Cause Daddy, I sure would like to play.
Age 25 Daddy, play with me one more time. You go get your guitar and I'll get mine. Then we can play the old songs And sing the night away. 'Cause Daddy, I sure would like to play,
Middle-Aged Daddy, play your bass one more time. Slap those strings and make it sound so fine. Oh, I know we can't turn the clock back Or bring back yesterday. But Daddy, I sure would love to play.
Age 4
Daddy, play with me one more time.
I know it's late, but I can't sleep tonight.
You could turn the clock back
And make it yesterday.
'Cause Daddy, I sure would like to play.
Age 25
Daddy, play with me one more time.
You go get your guitar and I'll get mine.
Then we can play the old songs
And sing the night away.
'Cause Daddy, I sure would like to play,
Middle-Aged
Daddy, play your bass one more time.
Slap those strings and make it sound so fine.
Oh, I know we can't turn the clock back
Or bring back yesterday.
But Daddy, I sure would love to play.