Theres many things that I forgot through my life But theres one thing that wont leave Thats the memory of my grandpa standing in that old house Playing that old six string
Yeah he could play the guitar The one he handed down to me So now I can play as you see And everytime I play it feels like hes standing with me
Grandpa was a dedicated farming man Nothing special like a surgeon or a king But when the day was done hed have a little fun And hed go grab that old six string
He could pluck a banjo mighty fine And he sures hell could sing But there was nothing ever quite like When hed play that old six stringTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
