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Justin Moore

Grandpa

 

Grandpa

(album: Justin Moore - 2009)


You stood on that bank when I got baptized,
Gave me a 30-30 when I turned 9.
At 16 you caught me drinking out in the barn.
I could hear you cheering when we won state, and you held my hand at Grandma's grave.
And I'll always be thankful, that you never sold the farm.

Grandpa, you stood so tall,
Chewed that Red Man wore overalls.
You were the same man on Sunday morning as Saturday night.
You were five foot six to the top of your hat but, when you talked about the war I thought you were superman.
American born simple man with a southern drawl.
You walk the walk, talk the talk, Grandpa.

You still swear Roosevelt was the best.
That a home grown tomato tastes better than the rest and, fifty years goes too fast with a woman you love.
Well this life I've chose is getting busy now but I know where to go when I need to slow down and when I walk up on your front porch;
It's just like I'm still young.

Grandpa, you stood so tall,
Chewed that Red Man wore overalls.
You were the same man on Sunday morning as Saturday night.
You were five foot six to the top of your hat but, when you talked about the war I thought you were superman.
American born simple man with a southern drawl.
You walk the walk, talk the talk, Grandpa.

Yeah, American born a dirt road man with that slow southern drawl.
Now keep walking the walk and talking the talk, Grandpa.

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