My grandpa made this fiddle
With his two hard working 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
Take care of my fiddle son
Cause it's yours from now on
Keep it in the family after you and I are gone
Play every song just like your playing days are through
Just take good care of my little son
Now it belongs to you
I was just a boy when dad was gone
To fight for uncle sam
Let me keep this little 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
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
Play every song just like your playin' days are through
Just take good care of my fiddle son
Now it belongs to you
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
That's when I will say to him
Take care of my fiddle son
Cause it's yours from now
On keep it in the family after you and I are gone
Play every song just like your playin' days are through
Just take good care of my fiddle and son
Now it belongs to you
Just take good care of my fiddle son
Now it belongs to you