Lyrics

[Verse 1] My grandpa made this fiddle with his two hard workin' hands And they say he really made the music flow And he even took his old fiddle off to war with him And they both came back, don't you know It was cold December when he passed away They say he smiled at my dad, and they heard him say [Chorus] Take care of my fiddle, son, 'cause it's yours from now on Keep it in the family after you and I are gone And play every song just like your playin' days are through Just take good care of my fiddle, son, now it belongs to you [Verse 2] I was just a boy when daddy was called to fight for Uncle Sam He let me keep his fiddle while he was away I had it in my hands when we got the awful news And I swear that I can hear him say [Chorus] Take care of my fiddle, son, 'cause it's yours from now on Give it to that boy of yours when you and I are gone And play every song just like your playin' days are through Just take good care of my fiddle, son, now it belongs to you [Bridge] Now I'm so proud to get the chance to see my little boy As he tries his best to play my violin One day, he'll know about the love there in his hands And that's when I will say to him [Chorus] Take care of my fiddle, son, 'cause it's yours from now on Keep it in the family after you and I are gone And play every song just like your playin' days are through Just take good care of my fiddle, son, now it belongs to you Just take good care of my fiddle, son, now it belongs to you