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Uncle Boo played ‘em all
From the Grand Ole Opry to Preservation Hall
And when Christmas came, if he wasn’t on tour
He’d come back home through the old screen door
He’d bring with him sweet old Betsy
A pre-war Martin, worn but sexy
Passed down from his daddy’s hand
A six-string soul from a sacred land
And on Christmas Day, he’d sit and play
By the fire’s glow, let the carols sway
He'd sing his music, the whole house warm
Wrapped in love, we all sing along
And little did I know that year—
He’d leave me more than songs to hear
After dinner, coffee poured
The snow fell soft outside the door
He tuned up Betsy, low and sweet
sang like angels'... feelings deep
We joined in on “Silent Night”
And “O Come All Ye” felt just right
The room was still, the hearts were wide
And Boo just smiled with quiet pride
And on Christmas Day, he’d sit and play
By the fire’s glow, let the carols sway
He'd sing his music, the whole house warm
Wrapped in love, we all sing along
And little did I know that year—
He’d leave me more than songs to hear
Folks were grabbin’ coats and gloves
When Boo gave me a little shove
He said, “I’m not hittin’ the road no more—
So I’m givin’ you what I adore”
He handed me that precious girl
That D- forty-five, that whole damn world
I tried to say no, tried not to cry
But he just winked ..and.. waved... goodbye...
He said, ‘This guitar’s seen every stage
From honky-tonks to chapel praise
But now it’s time for her to stay
And sing your songs on Christmas Day’
I held her close, I felt the weight
Of every note, of every fate
And knew that Boo had passed love down
On Christmas day ..in his ..old.. hometown...
Now every year, I take that seat
Where Boo once played so calm, so sweet
And when the family gathers near
That D forty-five still rings sincere
And on Christmas Day, he’d sit and play
By the fire’s glow, let the carols sway
He'd sing his music, the whole house warm
Wrapped in love, we all sing along
And little did I know that year—
He’d leave me more than songs to hear
fingerpicking guitar solo
Uncle Boo’s D forty-five… still sings our Christmas alive

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Uncle Boo’s D-45

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