"Cookie-tin Banjo" by Benjamin Scheuer & Escapist Papers Chords

_ My father has an old guitar and he plays me folk songs.
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_ [F] My father has an old guitar and he plays me folk songs.
_ [Bb] _ There is nothing I want more than to play like him.
[Bb] _ _ [F] He goes to the [Ab] basement and builds me a cookie [F] tin banjo.
He builds me a cookie [Bb] tin banjo.
_ _ [F] The strings are made of rubber bands, the strap is an old red necktie.
The body is the big [Ab] round lid of a [Bb] metal cookie tin.
[Eb] And when he plays his old guitar I [F] play my cookie tin banjo.
I play [Fm] my cookie tin banjo right [Eb] along with him.
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The more we play together the more [Ab] I fall in love [Bb] with music.
And I [F] realize that my banjo is a toy that I've outgrown. _
[Eb] I want strings of steel and [F] something new and something real.
So he gets me a guitar to call my [Eb] own.
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Then dad says to me on this [Fm] fine afternoon,
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Let's sit [Eb] on the stairs, [Gb] I'll teach [Bbm] you to cheer.
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He hands me a pick, [Fm] one that's little and black.
[E] He shows me the G [Gb] chord, I've never looked back [F] now.
Buried somewhere in a closet is my cookie tin [Bb] banjo.
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In my arms is my guitar, my greatest source of joy.
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_ For the life that I [Ab] have now I'm grateful [F] to my father,
Who gave the gift of music to [Cm] his boy. _
_ [Cm] _ It [F] started with a simple home [Eb]-aged toy. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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