When Papa Played The Dobro

My papa was a hobo when they delivered me
We didn’t have a doctor because he couldn’t pay the fee
But when the going got too bad to ease his misery
Papa played the dobro this a way and he’d go
When company would come around he kept the dobro hid
He knew he couldn’t play the way the other players did
Why the guitar’s resonator was a gallon bucket lid
But papa played the dobro this a way and he’d go
Well now that papa’s gone away it’s hanging by the flue
The top of it’s rusted and the strings’re rusty too
It won’t ever sound the way that it did when it was new
When papa played the dobro this a way and he’d go