Back In The Ground
Joel J. Richard Lyrics
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I get to play this old guitar my Daddy gave to me
It was made in a time before I was born in 1953
I'd like to have been around back then and see what I could see
Maybe, understand just how the man gave his love of music to me
Chorus
Think I'll carry it on, playing my songs
The way my Daddy did when I was a kid in our country home
I hope I'm good enough, like my Daddy was back in 1953
Sometimes I feel a presence coming over me
When I play this guitar from my heart is it really him or me
Who will play this old guitar when my days are done
Will they still have the love for the music from an old country song
Chorus
Hope they carry it on, playing their songs
The way I did when I was a kid in that country home
A thousand memories, flowing through the breeze
I hope they are good enough like my Daddy was in 1953
The song "Back In The Ground" by Joel J. Richard is a tribute to a father who passed on the love for music to his son through an old guitar that was made in 1953. The singer, who inherited the guitar from his father, reminisces about the time when he was a child and his father played songs on it. He hopes to carry on his father's legacy by playing his own songs on the same guitar, and passing on the love for music to the next generation. However, he also wonders who will play the guitar when he is gone and if they will feel the same connection to it and the music.
The lyrics paint a nostalgic picture of a father-son bonding over their shared love for music, and the passing on of the musical baton from one generation to the next. The song is a reminder that music is a timeless art, a reflection of our past, and a way to connect with the future.
Line by Line Meaning
Back in 1953
I remember the year my Daddy's old guitar was made.
I get to play this old guitar my Daddy gave to me
I have the privilege of playing the guitar that my Daddy gave me.
It was made in a time before I was born in 1953
This guitar was created in a time when I was nonexistent.
I'd like to have been around back then and see what I could see
I would want to travel back in time and experience things during that period.
Maybe, understand just how the man gave his love of music to me
I hope to grasp how he imparted his appreciation for music to me.
Think I'll carry it on, playing my songs
I plan to continue my enthusiasm for music by creating my own compositions.
The way my Daddy did when I was a kid in our country home
Just like how my Dad played for me as a child in our rural dwelling, I want to do the same for others.
A thousand memories, flowing through me
Lots of reminiscences pass through my mind as I play this guitar.
I hope I'm good enough, like my Daddy was back in 1953
I aspire to possess the same level of skill as my father did way back in 1953.
Sometimes I feel a presence coming over me
Occasionally, I have sensations of someone watching me while I play music.
When I play this guitar from my heart is it really him or me
I sometimes wonder if my Dad is really the one influencing my music or just my own passion.
Who will play this old guitar when my days are done
I wonder who will be the one to play this antique guitar once I am gone.
Will they still have the love for the music from an old country song
I hope that whoever plays this guitar in the future still has a deep affection for classic country songs.
Hope they carry it on, playing their songs
I wish that they too would continue the tradition of creating music, just like I did.
The way I did when I was a kid in that country home
Just like how I used to express myself as a youngster in our rural house, I hope the next person playing this guitar will do so too.
A thousand memories, flowing through the breeze
Numerous, unforgettable experiences will be passed on to the next generation as the guitar is played.
I hope they are good enough like my Daddy was in 1953
I pray that the future musician playing this guitar will be just as good, if not better, than my dad was in 1953.
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Written by: Timothy Bennington, Robert Lynch, Richard Lynch
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