| You stood on that bank when I got baptized
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| Gave me a 30−30 when I turned 9
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| At 16 you caught me drinking out in the barn
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| I could hear you cheering when we won state, You held my hand at Grandma’s grave
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| And I’ll always be thankful, you never sold the farm
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| Grandpa, you stood so tall
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| Chewed that Red Man wore overalls
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| You were the same man on Sunday morning as Saturday night
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| Five foot six to the top of your hat
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| But when you talked about the war thought you were superman
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| American born simple man with a southern drawl
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| You walk the walk, you talk the talk, Grandpa
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| You still swear Roosevelt was the best
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| That a home grown tomato tastes better than the rest
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| And fifty years goes too fast with a woman you love
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| Well this life I’ve chose is getting busy now
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| But I know where to go when I need to slow down and when I
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| Walk up on your front porch
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| It’s just like I’m still young
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| Grandpa, you stood so tall
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| Chewed that Red Man wore overalls
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| You were the same man on Sunday morning as Saturday night
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| Five foot six to the top of your hat
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| But when you talked about the war I thought you were superman
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| American born simple man with a southern drawl
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| You walk the walk, you talk the talk, Grandpa
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| Yeah, American born a dirt road man with that slow southern drawl
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| Now keep walking the walk and talking the talk, Grandpa |