ฟังเพลงChangi Banjo (Remastered 2017)

Changi Banjo - Lee Kernaghan

Written by：Garth Porter/Lee Kernaghan/J. Griffin

Well the old man died in the summer when the grass was dry and brown

The long hard road he'd travelled had finally reached the end

He was out on the veranda writing letters to his daughters

When he heard the curlew calling and he just put down his pen

Well he did two years in Changi in the big Pacific War

He'd been to hell and back again somehow came though it all

His most prized possession was the banjo that he made

As he built it all around him he watched his comrades fall

He'd play the Changi bango made of tin

The bridge piece was the Rising Sun from off his slouch hat brim

Had a broomstick neck and nails to pick his strings

To the memory of is fallen mates the Changi banjo rings

When he came ashore in Sydney like a ghost of skin and bones

No one recognised the man behind the haunted face

No one knows the sorrows only he could tell

Of how he's taking one last journey to rest with his old mates

He'll play his Changi banjo made of tin

The bridge piece was the Rising Sun from off his slouch hat brim

Had a broomstick neck and nails to pick his strings

To the memory of is fallen mates the Changi banjo rings

He'll play his Changi banjo made of tin

The bridge piece was the Rising Sun from off his slouch hat brim

Had a broomstick neck and nails to pick his strings

To the memory of is fallen mates the Changi banjo rings

To the memory of is fallen mates the Changi banjo rings