Grandpa

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