| I think what made granddaddy great is that he didn’t work all day
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| I’d love the time we spent and I’d go everywhere he went
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| We’d end up on some old deer trail
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| And I’d listen hard as he would spin his tales
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| We were in a field of stumps he said I got a new one for you hon
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| These trees once stood tall and I’m the man that made them fall
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| I cut 'em up, sanded them down
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| And you wouldn’t believe what I found
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| Past the bark and all the scars
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| Our home was in the heart of those old trees
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| God bless who sowed those seeds
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| A hundred years and they just grew
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| And only heaven knew what they’d be, to our family
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| All that time to become what they should
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| You know Our home was in the heart of the wood
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| He smiled, said there’s my favorite one, pointed at a cherry stump
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| He said I couldn’t afford the one at Sears so the good lord planted one right
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| here
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| He carved out what he saw within and he gave it to my dad when he turned ten
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| Past the bark and all the scars
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| There was a guitar in the heart of that old tree
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| All from just one seed
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| A hundred years and it just grew
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| And only heaven knew just what it’d be
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| And how that tree could sing
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| All the time to become what it should
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| There were songs in the heart of the wood
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| He said we can mark a tree to keep from getting lost
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| And it’ll always point our way home like that old rugged cross
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| A hundred years and it just grew and only heaven knew what it’d be
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| And who’d hang on that tree it held the Son of God like it should
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| But I know it broke the heart of the wood
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| I think what made granddaddy great was that he didn’t work all day
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| I’d love the time we spent
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| I’d go everywhere that old man went |