Daddy Frank

      | D              |              |             |
Daddy Frank played the guitar and the french harp,
|                 |             | A      |
Sister played the ringing tambourine.
|             |               |          |
Mama couldn't hear our pretty music,
    |                 |                 | D         |
She read our lips and helped the family sing.

     D
That little band was all a part of living,
                                    A
And our only means of living at the time;
And it wasn't like no normal family combo,
                                     D
Cause Daddy Frank the guitar man was blind.

[Verse]

| Bm           |               | D         |
Frank and mama counted on each other;
      | Bm          |                  | D         |
Their one and only weakness made them strong.
| G          |               | D          |
Mama did the driving for the family,
    | E        |             | A          |
And Frank made a living with a song.

| Bm            |              | D          |
Home was just a camp along the highway;
  | Bm             |               | D      |
A pick-up bed was where we bedded down.
      | G         |            | D          |
Don't ever once remember going hungry,
       | D      G   | D      A     | D      | D       (1 strum per letter)
But I remember mama cooking on the ground.

[Chorus]

      | D              |              |             |
Daddy Frank played the guitar and the french harp,
|                 |             | A     |
Sister played the ringing tambourine.
|             |               |         |
Mama couldn't hear our pretty music,
    |                 |                 | D         |
She read our lips and helped the family sing.

     D
That little band was all a part of living,
                                    A
And our only means of living at the time;
And it wasn't like no normal family combo,
                                     D
Cause Daddy Frank the guitar man was blind.


[Verse]
G                             D
Don't remember how they got acquainted;
  G                                Bm
I can't recall just how it came to be.
      G                                D
There had to be some special help from someone,
    Bm                             A
And blessed be the one that let it be.

G                              D
Fever caused my mama's loss of hearing.
G                                Bm
Daddy Frank was born without his sight.
G                                 D
And mama needed someone she could lean on,
    | D  G        | D     A      | D       |Bb    (change key)
And I believe the guitar man was right.

(Key change, half step up)

[Outro]
      | Eb             |              |             |
Daddy Frank played the guitar and the french harp,
|                 |             | Bb    |
Sister played the ringing tambourine.
|             |               |         |
Mama couldn't hear our pretty music,
    |                 |                 | F         |
She read our lips and helped the family sing.

     Eb
That little band was all a part of living,
                                    Bb
And our only means of living at the time;
And it wasn't like no normal family combo,
                                     Eb
Cause Daddy Frank the guitar man was blind.