wanna hold on but you gotta let go And I live by those words 'cause Grandpa told me so Yeah and I still believe Grandpa told me so Grandpa told me so I still believe Grandpa
Hey Ma, what ya need? What ya like? You can get it from Granpa Gametight She looks at me and she says "I wanna go outside in the rain" So, I took her
field Tv crews and cameras They wanted to interview grandpa on the porch They came through the gate and up on the lawn Knockin' down edith's tiki torch Grandpa
singer sewing machine Well, she called her husband 'Mister', and she walked real tall and proud She used to buy me comic books after Grandpa died Grandpa
looks so natural But all I see's a cold dark hole I won't commit this day to memory That ain't the Grandpa that I know That ain't the Grandpa that I
Come home, it's been so long We're missing you at home So hang up that phone 'Cause I'm coming back home Back home Come home, it's been so long I can
CHORUS: GRANDPA GOT RUN OVER BY A BEER TRUCK COMING OUT OF WOODY'S CHRISTMAS DAY GRANDMA GOT A JOB OUT AT THE BREWERY I NEVER KNEW THAT SHE COULD
could be Grandpa's last Christmas That's what Mother said. This could be Grandpa's last Christmas And soon he might be dead, so be nice. be nice...to Grandpa
always calls me "Kate" - and forgets his dentures on his dinner plate? - This could be Grandpa's last Christmas - That's what Mother said. - This could be Grandpa
a total asshole Grandpa is a total fucking asshole Who would ever want a dirty, greasy finger in his ass? He rubs his dick in broken glass When you fucked grandpa
I take a walk I mow the grass I don't worry 'bout the years that pass My wife is dead I live alone in my little country home I have my memories and dogs
Grandpa wore his suit to dinner Nearly every day No particular reason He just dressed that way Brown necktie and a matching vest And both his wingtip
multimillion dollar settlement and make his loss much easier to bier Grandpa's gonna sue the pants offa Santa that's what grandpa's gonna do. Grandpas
Come home It's been so long We're missing you at home So hang up that phone Cuz I'm coming back home Back home Come home It's been so long I can't hide
say he looks so natural all I see is a cold dark hole I wont commit this day to memory that aint the grandpa that I know That aint the grandpa that
is so, Oh, I'm my own grandpa. I'm my own grandpa. I'm my own grandpa. It sounds funny, I know, But it really is so, Oh, I'm my own grandpa. Now many
on but you gotta let go And I live by those words 'cause Grandpa told me so Yeah and I still believe Grandpa told me so Grandpa told me so I still believe Grandpa
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