Don’t Bring Your Banjo Home

[Intro]
My pappy owned our little farm
Was happy as could be
Everything around the farm was in perfect harmony
Then one day the mailman came
A-drivin' his ol' roan
He left a banjo that would bring
Much discord to our home
Pap ran me off and yelled at me
'Don't bring your banjo home'

[Verse 1]
I picked and sang, all day long
'Til pappy just went wild
He said of all his sixteen kids
I was the problem child
He grabbed a hickory
Ran me off
With not a [?] tone
He yelled
When you come a-sneaking back
Don't bring your banjo home
Son, leave that thing in town
Boy, don't bring your banjo home

[Verse 2]
I tried to figure what to do
So I could pick and sing
I wanted to become a star
More than anything
To get a spot on the radio
I'd trade anything I own
But pap had put it very clear
Don't bring your banjo home
Son, leave the five in town
Boy, 'don't bring that banjo home!'

[Verse 3]
One day a note came to my pap
That saddened his ol' face
He said
'Pay off the mortgage
Or we'll take your little place'
It mad me glad
'Cause I was mad
Plumb down to the bone
Because he yelled at me that day
Don't bring your banjo home
Son, leave that thing in town
Boy, don't bring your banjo home

[Verse 4]
But I got to thinking of pap's old face
And an idea struck me square
I'd put a show on
In our barn
And pick my banjo there
I advertised
A crowd came in
The money paid the loan
Now when I go to town pap says
Boy, bring your banjo home
Son, don't leave that jewel in town
Boy, bring your banjo home