| My grandfather wore big suspenders,
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| Grey fedora hat,. |
| on his shoes
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| Tobacco stains on his chin,
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| Gin on his breath and starching shirts.
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| He always had change in his pockets
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| A watch in his desk, a tie tied to his chest
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| His was craptured and crazy, a
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| I’ll never forget how my grandma loved that old man!
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| He was a night watchman, down on Canal Street
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| The salty old bird, a man a few words,
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| He was pride in that vein, he walked with the king
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| Saw Prince Albert in Canada.
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| I’ll never forget how my grandma loved that old man
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| She was strong in her spirit, strong in her heart,
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| Loved that old man right from the start
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| Sometimes I did wonder how much she could take
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| She was pushed to the limit, she never did break
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| Her life for one simple plan
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| History trunks with white wash, sidewalks were clean
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| There johns were crowd with merchant marines
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| And I went to his grave,
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| the barber shop shave, had his dice in his hand.
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| I’ll never forget how my grandma loved that old man
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| I never forget how my grandma loved that old man
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| I never forget how much grandma loved that old man |