Ever since he was just a lad
There was only one dream he ever had
He wanted to play guitar and be the best~
One day he d saved enough to buy
A Dobro the color of the sky
And he practiced every day to pass each test~
Ever since he was in fifth grade
He became the Dobro picking fool
He knew every song and tune there was to play~
He made that thing just seem to talk
It was as if that thing could dance an talk an all
His world became music night and day~
He d knock out a tune as good as the best
Learned to sing with a country cry
And they'd all stop and listen as they passed by~
And children around how they'd all dance
The old would sit and listen on a sunny day
Beneath the trees and under the bluest sky~
They all called him the Dobro picking fool
Always sitting upon his makeshift stool
Upon his fathers porch away up on that hill~
You'd see people sitting on the ground
All listening to that country sound
He sure could play , most say they can hear him still~
But one morning they took him away
Before the very break of day
They said the lad had died within his sleep~
And the whole town this day came out to see
Why this morning was as quiet as can be
For they couldn't hear a sound not a peep~
The whole town they came to remember
On that sad last day in December
The kid they called the Dobro picking fool~
Now they have a statue and a plaque
And sometimes they say when its dark
They can still hear him as he sits upon that stool~
Ever since he was just a lad
There was only one dream that he had
Was to play guitar and be among the best~
Well one thing for sure he ll be for evermore
the Dobro picking fool that passed his every test~