1st verse
Ron: My father was a southern boy who hailed for Dixie land
He grew up pick and cotton
And eat'n grits and yams,
Though he left old Mississippi his heart never wandered far
I could always tell it when he played his old guitar
Ron and Marty:
My father's old guitar was crashed and mighty old
But when he touched those golden strings that music touched my soul
We sang the song's of Zion
Of heaven's glories grand
And now my dad is singing over in heavens glory land
2nd verse:
Ron: My dad would get his old guitar and start to strum a song
Then we'd all gather round him for a family sing-along
I'd watch him strum each simple chord
I'd listen to him play
Just hoping if I practiced hard I'd play like him someday
Ron and Marty:
My father's old guitar was crashed and mighty old
But when he touched those golden strings that music touched my soul
We sang the song's of Zion
Of heaven's glories grand
And now my dad is singing over in heavens glory land
3rd verse: Ron:
Slowly: My dad was like that old guitar
He'd fill our lives with song
He lived to praise his Savior and we'd follow right along
The music of his simple life was clear, and true, and sweet
His notes of love and chords of praise
Are ringing still in me
Last Chorus: Ron and Marty:
My father's old guitar was crashed and mighty old
But when he touched those golden strings that music touched my soul
We sang the song's of Zion
Of heaven's glories grand
And now my dad is singing over in heavens glory land
Slowly, Chorus final:
Ron: And now my dad is singing over in heavens glory land
Ron and Marty: heavens glory land