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Tom Paxton

Grandpa Danced The Charleston

 

Grandpa Danced The Charleston

(album: All New - 2022)


All the folks at Sunset Tower
Were in for a surprise
A quiet man sat in the corner
And he never caught their eyes
Always dressed like Dapper Dan
But never played the part
Until he heard the banjos
And the party got its start

Grandpa danced the Charleston
At the age of eighty two
He was kicking up his heels
He was doing the skiddly-do
The old folks home was rocking
Like it never rocked before
Grandpa's knees were knocking
As he spun around the floor
All the grey haired grannies
We're out there doing it too
When Grandpa did the Charleston
At the age of eighty-two

Life at Sunset Towers
Was a slow-paced kind of thing
The most exciting sound you heard
Was to hear the doorbell ring
Grandpa sat at the table
Had his head down in his tray
Till someone dropped the needle
On the platter that fine day

Then Grandpa danced the Charleston
At the age of eighty two
He was kicking up his heels
He was doing the skiddly-do
The old folks home was rocking
Like it never rocked before
Grandpa's knees were knocking
As he spun around the floor
All the grey haired grannies
We're out there doing it too
When Grandpa did the Charleston
At the age of eighty-two

Then out of Grandpa's pocket
Came a flask no one had seen
He took a sip and passed it round
All very clandestine
The old folks kept on dancing
They let out all the stops
The party got so crazy
That somebody called the cops

Now you may be wondering
If Grandpa slept in jail
The officer allowed him
To post moonshine as his bail
Get out of here, he hollered
Let me hear no more of you
But before you leave the station
Let us learn a step or two

Then Grandpa danced the Charleston
At the age of eighty two
He was kicking up his heels
He was doing the skiddly-do
The old folks home was rocking
Like it never rocked before
Grandpa's knees were knocking
As he spun around the floor
All the grey haired grannies
We're out there doing it too
When Grandpa did the Charleston
At the age of eighty-two

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