outlaw bluegrass rap, a heartfelt song about hav

Intro

Verse 1
Sit down here, boy, he says, and I sit down
while the sun slides low over our little town
He sets that banjo right in my little hand
says a man needs a song to help him stand
My fingers are slow, they can't find the fret
he just grins and says, you ain't got it yet
He rocks in that creaky old kitchen chair
hums low in his throat so I know he's there
Then it clicks, and I pick out a real tune
on a sticky hot afternoon in June
He taps the neck and says, someday it's mine
so I keep on pickin', line after line

Hook
Still got your banjo, Granddad
I play that one song you had
every string still helps me sing
Still got your banjo, Granddad

Verse 2
Now I'm standing at that same screen door
porch is empty and I miss him more
I'm a grown man, but I still come undone
but he'd say, son, you ain't done yet, so play on
That case in my hand feels cold
the wood's worn smooth like he was old
I tune her up like he showed me how
and I play it for him right now
Folks ask me to play on some big old stage
I say I'm a porch man, and that's my age
I take his chair, and I sit by his side
pick that old tune until I've cried

Hook
Still got your banjo, Granddad
I play that one song you had
every string still helps me sing
Still got your banjo, Granddad

Bridge
I never got it right, I know
he said that's how you grow
Play it your own way, son
that's the best advice I've known

Hook
Still got your banjo, Granddad
I play that one song you had
every string still helps me sing
Still got your banjo, Granddad

Outro
You're gone, but the song goes on
I'll keep it going till I'm gone