(The Guitar Man)      Daddy Frank played the guitar and the French harp   Sister played the ringing tambourine   Mama couldn't hear our pretty music   She read our lips and helped the family sing      That little band was all a part of living   And our only means of living at the time   And it wasn't like no normal family combo   'Cause daddy Frank, the guitar man was blind      Frank and mama counted on each other   Their one and only weakness made them strong   Mama did the driving for the family   And Frank made a living with a song      Home was just a camp along the highway   A pickup bed was where we bedded down   Don't ever once remember going hungry   But I remember mama cooking on the ground      Don't remember how they got acquainted   I can't recall just how it came to be   There had to be some special help from someone   And blessed be the one that let it be      Fever caused my mama's loss of hearing   Daddy Frank was born without his sight   And mama needed someone she could lean on   And I believe the guitar man was right      Daddy Frank played the guitar and the French harp   Sister played the ringing tambourine   Mama couldn't hear our pretty music   She read our lips and helped the family sing