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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


​Sunrise paints the fields a perfect gold
Just like the stories that my grandpa told
'Bout how a seed takes root in muddy ground
And how the simple life is where true peace is found.
We roll the windows down on this old Chevy truck
Got more than fortune, got the honest kind of luck.
​Dirt on my boots, faith in my heart, and a truck that won't give up the start.
We got Jesus as the anchor, steady and true,
And the Holy Spirit livin' inside me and livin' inside you.
This messy, beautiful life is all we need to see,
The unseen miracles happenin' day by day around my family.
​My baby brother’s laughin' in the backseat now,
Chasin' fireflies near the river bend, somehow.
His tiny hand in mine as we say grace tonight,
That’s a small reflection of the everlasting light.
We’re fixin' fences, workin' 'til the sun sinks low,
Plantin' seeds of love and watchin' 'em all grow.
​Dirt on my boots, faith in my heart, and a truck that won't give up the start.
We got Jesus as the anchor, steady and true,
And the Holy Spirit livin' inside me and livin' inside you.
This messy, beautiful life is all we need to see,
The unseen miracles happenin' day by day around my family.
​I don't need a sign blazin' in the sky,
Just the strength to live right 'til the day I die.
It's in the quiet whispers when the storm has passed,
The way my weary soul was built to last.
The simple fact that we wake up and breathe the air,
That's the unseen miracle proof that someone cares.
​(Instrumental Break)
​Dirt on my boots, faith in my heart, and a truck that won't give up the start.
We got Jesus as the anchor, steady and true,
And the Holy Spirit livin' inside me and livin' inside you.
This messy, beautiful life is all we need to see,
The unseen miracles happenin' day by day around my family.
​Yeah, around my family...
Thank the good Lord for the dirt and the truck.
And the Spirit livin' in us.
Amen.

Mike Ryan "Won't Let It Show"

Mike Ryan