Grandpa

It has been 4 weeks without Grandpa, and I miss him everyday. I came across this song the other day, and although not everything in the song is like Grandpa it sure made me think of him. There are so many parts of the song that describe Grandpa so I wanted to share it. If I was this creative I would have wrote a poem or something, but this song is perfect.

Grandpa
By Justin Moore

You stood on that bank when I got baptized,Gave me a 30-30 when I turned 9. At 16 you caught me drinkin' out in the barn.I could hear you cheerin' 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 tomater tastes better than the rest and, fifty years goes too fast with a woman you love. Well this life I've chose is gettin' busy now 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 walkin' the walk and talkin' the talk, Grandpa.