I remember my old grandpa
I remember the stories he'd tell
Like the one he told me 'bout Custer Fightin' with the Indians and he fell...
We'd sit out on his porch
The sun castin' it's evenin' glow
He'd reach down deep in his pocket For his pipe he had from years ago...
He'd lean back in his rocker
Thinkin' 'bout the end of the day I knew he would tell me a story He'd start it the same old way...
I remember when I was a youngin' Just about your age I would think
Maybe just a little older
He'd smile and say with a wink...
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He'd tell me 'bout his good times
He'd tell me 'bout his bad
He'd tell me 'bout how old he's gettin' He'd cry 'bout the things that were sad
Those days are all gone now
These words it hurts me to say
The old man laid down early one night The good lord took my grandpa away
I sit on the porch alone now
Rememberin' the stories he'd tell
Like the one he told me 'bout Custer Fightin' with the Indians and he fell
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He'd tell me 'bout his good times
He'd tell me 'bout his bad
He'd tell me 'bout how old he's gettin' He'd cry 'bout the things that were sad
He'd cry 'bout the things that were sad