G D A7 D [Verse] D My papa was a hobo when they delivered me G D We didn't have a doctor cause he couldn't pay the fee G D But when the goin' got too bad to ease his misery A7 D Papa played the dobro this way G And he'd go... [Interlude] G D A7 D [Verse] D When company would come around, he kept the dobro hid G D He knew he couldn't play the way the other players did G D Why the guitar's resonator was a gallon bucket lid A7 D But Papa played the dobro this way G And he'd go... [Interlude] G D A7 D [Verse] D Well now that Papa's gone away, it's hanging by the flue G D The top of it is busted and the strings are rusted, too G D It will never sound the way it did the day that it was new A7 D When Papa played the dobro this way G And he'd go... [Interlude] G D A7 D [Ending] Bm G No, he'll never play that way again D A7 He's left behind more friends that he won't have to win Bm G Sometimes we sit and talk awhile D A7 About the way he made us smile NC When he played.... [Interlude] G D A7 D NC So he'll play..... [Interlude] G D A7 D