Lee Kernaghan - Changi Banjo lyrics
[Lee Kernaghan - Changi Banjo lyrics]
Well the old man died in the summer
When the grass was dry and brown
The long hard road he'd travelled
Had finally reached the end
He was out on the veranda
Writing letters to his daughters
When he heard the curlew calling and
He just put down his pen
Well he did two years in Changi
In the big Pacific War
He'd been to hell and back again
Somehow came though it all
His most prized possession was the
Banjo that he made
As he built it all around him
He watched his comrades fall
He'd play the Changi bango made of tin
The bridge piece was the Rising Sun
From off his slouch hat brim
Had a broomstick neck and nails
To pick his strings
To the memory of is fallen mates
The Changi banjo rings
When he came ashore in Sydney like
A ghost of skin and bones
No-one recognised the man behind
The haunted face
No-one knows the sorrows, only he could tell
Of how he's taking one last journey
To rest with his old mates
He'll play his Changi banjo made of tin
The bridge piece was the Rising Sun
From off his slouch hat brim
Had a broomstick neck and nails
To pick his strings
To the memory of is fallen mates
The Changi banjo rings
He'll play his Changi banjo made of tin
The bridge piece was the Rising Sun
From off his slouch hat brim
Had a broomstick neck and nails
To pick his strings
To the memory of is fallen mates
The Changi banjo rings
To the memory of is fallen mates
The Changi banjo rings
When the grass was dry and brown
The long hard road he'd travelled
Had finally reached the end
He was out on the veranda
Writing letters to his daughters
When he heard the curlew calling and
He just put down his pen
Well he did two years in Changi
In the big Pacific War
He'd been to hell and back again
Somehow came though it all
His most prized possession was the
Banjo that he made
As he built it all around him
He watched his comrades fall
He'd play the Changi bango made of tin
The bridge piece was the Rising Sun
From off his slouch hat brim
Had a broomstick neck and nails
To pick his strings
To the memory of is fallen mates
The Changi banjo rings
When he came ashore in Sydney like
A ghost of skin and bones
No-one recognised the man behind
The haunted face
No-one knows the sorrows, only he could tell
Of how he's taking one last journey
To rest with his old mates
He'll play his Changi banjo made of tin
The bridge piece was the Rising Sun
From off his slouch hat brim
Had a broomstick neck and nails
To pick his strings
To the memory of is fallen mates
The Changi banjo rings
He'll play his Changi banjo made of tin
The bridge piece was the Rising Sun
From off his slouch hat brim
Had a broomstick neck and nails
To pick his strings
To the memory of is fallen mates
The Changi banjo rings
To the memory of is fallen mates
The Changi banjo rings