I pulled that old guitar case from underneath my bed, humming to a new tune that was running through my head. There was quite a bit of dust so I blew it all away and took out that ole six string that Daddy use to play. Chorus Silent strings, that echoed oh so long ago Silent strings, playing with the radio Silent strings, how I wish for one more chance To listen to the rhythm and watch those six strings dance The strings, they had been silent since November 91’ When we were on the front porch, just Daddy and his sons I cradled that guitar, yes that ole Fender Flame and wondered if these old strings would ever be the same. Chorus As I sat there in the bedroom, I heard a small voice say “Son, let me hear a G chord, I know you wanna play.” “But no one’s touched your old guitar since you passed away, I just can’t do it Daddy, I just can’t play today.” Bridge He said “Son, you know that tune you heard just a little while ago? I was humming right beside you, humming soft and low. So take my black necked Fender and join me in a song and go and get your brothers so they can play along.” Chorus Silent strings, now echo though the room Silent strings, they have a brand new tune Silent strings, were given one more chance, “Son, listen to your Daddy and make those six strings dance. Son, listen to your Daddy and make those six strings dance.
