My grandpa made this fiddle
with his two
hard workin' 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 playin' days are through
Just take good care
of my fiddle son
Now it belongs to you
I was just a boy
when Dad was gone
to fight for Uncle Sam
He let me keep his fiddle
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 son
Now it belongs to you
Just take good care
of my fiddle son
Now it belongs to you