This old porch knows my name by now, Every board remembers somehow. Coffee’s cold, the fire burned low, Ain’t much left but the wind to blow. My old boots still wait by the door, Like they’re hoping you’ll come back once more. Every sunset cuts just the same, Every morning calls your name. This is just a sad banjo song, For the hearts that held on too long. One more tear, one more night, Trying hard to make things right. This is just a sad banjo song, Where the lonely souls belong. If you hear these strings cry too… They’re still singing about you. Old dirt road and a rusted sign, Everything stopped moving in time. That old oak still shades the yard, But moving on has been so hard. I’ve talked to God beneath these stars, Asked Him why love leaves these scars. Never got an answer back… Only this old banjo track. This is just a sad banjo song, For the hearts that held on too long. One more tear, one more night, Trying hard to make things right. This is just a sad banjo song, Where the lonely souls belong. If you hear these strings cry too… They’re still singing about you. If tomorrow brings better days, I’ll still remember all your ways. Some folks heal… some just learn… Some old fires will always burn. This is just a sad banjo song, And I’ll keep singing all night long. Till the moon fades out of sight, Till the morning steals the night. This is just a sad banjo song… Maybe one day I’ll move on. But until that day comes through… Every string still cries for you.
