Track 2 of the album Halfway Home · 2019
My Grandfather's Guitar
by Zuri Bell
“A dusty case, brass clasps, and a song I have never finished playing. It is about my grandfather, and I cried on the last take.”
pop · nostalgic pop · acoustic pop · 2:27
Lyrics
Dusty case behind the door Brass clasps shining gold Inside lies a sleeping song Older than I'm told I touch the strings, they hum my name Like they remember me the same My grandfather's guitar, play it loud Let the old tune ring around the house My grandfather's guitar, make him proud Every note a hello, every chord a hug Nobody's gone while the music plays Sing it in the sunshine, sing it in the haze My grandfather's guitar, play it loud Pass it down Scratches where his fingers danced Sticker from a faded tour Cousins gather on the porch Clapping on the floor I touch the strings, they hum my name Like they remember me the same My grandfather's guitar, play it loud Let the old tune ring around the house My grandfather's guitar, make him proud Every note a hello, every chord a hug Nobody's gone while the music plays Sing it in the sunshine, sing it in the haze My grandfather's guitar, play it loud Pass it down Learn it slow, learn it wrong Then learn it right Every little buzz and crack Is part of the light My grandfather's guitar, play it loud Let the old tune ring around the house My grandfather's guitar, make him proud Every note a hello, every chord a hug Nobody's gone while the music plays Sing it in the sunshine, sing it in the haze My grandfather's guitar, play it loud Pass it down Pass it down, pass it down Play it loud