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A foldin chair and a coffee cup, singin songs that he made up, watching the fire till the embers fade, right there’s the place that my favorite memories were made.

Hanging out with my grampa, little bro, dad and ma, baby sister on the way, they’ed talked bout everything from Gradma Grace to raisin cane, God above and baseball games.

And these are my Grampas songs, my Grampas songs, these are my Grampas songs he wrote for me.

I wish my gramma could have heard the one he wrote just for her, it’s beautiful I’d say masterpiece, showed the love he had for her, and I could feel every single word., when he’d sing it just for me.

And these are my Grampas songs, my Grampas songs, these are my Grampas songs he wrote for me.

Wouldn’t change a thing even if I could, the way I was raised made sure I understood, that the path I take will define me, and the path I take will remind me, that I’m loved by by the one who designed me.

And these are my Grampas songs, my Grampas songs, these are my Grampas songs he wrote for me.

And now I’m a grown up man, still doing the best I can, to follow my faith and understand, that I’m walking in the steps of my biggest fan.

And these are my Grampas songs, my Grampas songs, these are my Grampas songs he wrote for me.