Let me tell you about a song that I feel explains itself.
It's called Daddy Frank the Guitar Man.
Daddy Frank played the guitar and the French harp.
Sister played the ring and tambourine.
And Mama couldn't hear our pretty music.
But 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 his son.
Home was just a camp along the highway.
A pick-up bed was where we bedded down.
I don't ever once remember going hungry.
But I remember Mama cooking on the ground.
Daddy Frank played the guitar and the French harp.
Sister played the ring and tambourine.
Mama couldn't hear our pretty music.
But 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.
Don't remember how they got acquainted.
I can't recall just how it came to be.
But there had to be some special help from someone.
And blessed be the one who 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 ring and tambourine.
Mama couldn't hear the 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.