1st verse Ron: My father was a southern boy who hailed for Dixie land He grew up pick and cotton And eat'n grits and yams, Though he left old Mississippi his heart never wandered far I could always tell it when he played his old guitar Ron and Marty: My father's old guitar was crashed and mighty old But when he touched those golden strings that music touched my soul We sang the song's of Zion Of heaven's glories grand And now my dad is singing over in heavens glory land 2nd verse: Ron: My dad would get his old guitar and start to strum a song Then we'd all gather round him for a family sing-along I'd watch him strum each simple chord I'd listen to him play Just hoping if I practiced hard I'd play like him someday Ron and Marty: My father's old guitar was crashed and mighty old But when he touched those golden strings that music touched my soul We sang the song's of Zion Of heaven's glories grand And now my dad is singing over in heavens glory land 3rd verse: Ron: Slowly: My dad was like that old guitar He'd fill our lives with song He lived to praise his Savior and we'd follow right along The music of his simple life was clear, and true, and sweet His notes of love and chords of praise Are ringing still in me Last Chorus: Ron and Marty: My father's old guitar was crashed and mighty old But when he touched those golden strings that music touched my soul We sang the song's of Zion Of heaven's glories grand And now my dad is singing over in heavens glory land Slowly, Chorus final: Ron: And now my dad is singing over in heavens glory land Ron and Marty: heavens glory land