I went down to the Country Music Hall of Fame
They had asked me to bring them more of daddy's things
They said, "Hank, you know, someday you may go in here with him"
And I thought about the note he wrote, but I've never told none of them
I've got songs of his no-one has seen and momentoes that sure chill
But that note I found in his guitar case, it made me cry like a whippoorwill
He said, 'Son, this is my old guitar, and it's for you only to play
And I hope you make it ring and talk in our good ol' family way
And if you make it to the top, Bocephus, boy I'll be so proud
But listen to me, son, when the time comes, take this guitar and hand me down
Hand me down if you're weary
Hand me down, son, if you get sick or tired
Hand me down when the time comes
Don't hang on too long to these sad ol' songs
Hand me down
So I took his note and put it back into his guitar case
And I realized how long I've been on the road and how many shows I've played
And sometimes late at night standing in front of some big crowd
I swear I've heard him call my name and tell me, "Hand me down"
Hand me down if you're weary
Hand me down, son, if you just get tired
Hand me down, my son, to your son
Teach him all your songs and how his granddaddy moaned
And tell that boy to carry on
You teach him all your songs
And how his granddaddy moaned
And tell that boy "Hand me down"
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