Worn Frets

Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Dust motes dancing in the afternoon sun
Light on the fretboard, work to be done
Daddy's old guitar, propped on my knee
More than just spruce, a part of history
Fingers remember, each scar, every groove
The rhythm he played, the stories he'd prove.

[Chorus]
Careful hands re-string, tight'ning each coil
A whisper of memory in the aged wood's toil
Listening for echoes, a soft, distant hum
Of a father's old song, and the man he'd become
In these passed down vibrations, a legacy deep
Secrets the old six strings quietly keep.

[Verse 2]
The old tuning pegs, stiff from the years
Holding the silence, holding the tears
He taught me the chords, taught me to strum
Said "Son, feel the music, let the stories come"
Now new steel on old wood, a fresh start takes hold
A new chapter written, in stories untold.

[Chorus]
Careful hands re-string, tight'ning each coil
A whisper of memory in the aged wood's toil
Listening for echoes, a soft, distant hum
Of a father's old song, and the man he'd become
In these passed down vibrations, a legacy deep
Secrets the old six strings quietly keep.

[Bridge]
Maybe it's sorrow, maybe it's pride
Feeling his presence here by my side
With every turn of the key, a note rings true
A part of him living, still playing through.

[Chorus]
Careful hands re-string, tight'ning each coil
A whisper of memory in the aged wood's toil
Listening for echoes, a soft, distant hum
Of a father's old song, and the man he'd become
In these passed down vibrations, a legacy deep
Secrets the old six strings quietly keep.

[Outro]
Yeah, secrets the old six strings quietly keep...
Of a father's love, so true and so deep.