Vaudeville Nanna and The Banjolele
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Waiting for me and a rainy day
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Trying to cross road, they all look like candy
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Guitars behind glass that I wanted to play
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I beg for one, oh, but dad's just a teacher
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Could barely afford to buy me such things
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I woke him up at 3 in the morning
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Asked him to tune the extra two strings
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They're the best days of my life
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I can never get back
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What will never be again
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But I can close my eyes
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And I can see them, ooh
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My dear old mom, frustrated actress
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Reluctant victory, writing with me
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My first attempt at filling the pages
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She was the angel, the angel you see
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They're the best days of my life
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I can never get back
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What will never be again
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But I can close my eyes
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And I can see them, see them
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I have this dream, we're all at the table
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Sharing verses, stories and song
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Vaudeville Nanna and The Banjolele
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She hands it to me and I play along
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The best days of my life
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Are somewhere up the road
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With my family and friends
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I can close my eyes
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And I can see them, see them
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Vaudeville Nanna And The Banjolele
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| Peter Frampton |
