Oh, Grandpa wore his suit to dinner nearly every day

No particular reason, he just dressed that way

Brown neck tie, matching vest, both his wing tip shoes

Built a closet on our back porch, put a penny in a burned out fuse



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Grandpa was a carpenter, he built houses, stores and banks

Chain-smoked Camel cigarettes and hammered nails and planks

He was level on the level, shaved even every door

And voted for Eisenhower 'cause Lincoln won the war



Well he used to sing me "Blood on the saddle" and rock me on his knee

And let me listen to the radio before we got TV

Well he'd drive to church on Sunday and he'd take me with him, too

Stained glass in every window, hearin' aids in every pew.



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Now my Grandma was a teacher, went to school in Bowling Green

Traded in her milkin' cow for a Singer sewing machine

Well she called her husband, "Mister" and she walked real tall and pride

And used to buy me comic books after Grandpa died



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