I use to visit my Dad on the holidays Couldn't wait to get out of that car and see his smiling face Even though him and mum couldn't work it out I always felt comfortable in his little place Yeah, I felt safe First night there I cried from home He'd get out his guitar and every fear I had was gone When my daddy played his old guitar and I'd Watch his fingers dance across the fretboard Like I'd never seen before So loud and clear It caught my ear And every song he'd play Left me wanting more Yeah I just couldn't believe the sound it made When my daddy played Well a couple of years came and went And I still cherish the time we'd spend in sorry hills Nan cooking away downstairs A little boy sitting with bushy blonde hair says What can I do? Nan can I cook with you? And dad would take his guitar from its case These memories are things I will never replace Now his old guitar has become my best friend As I played across this country anywhere And what I'd do to be back there again I use to visit my dad in the holidays I couldn't wait to get out of that car and see his smiling face