Second Son
A potato farm in northern Maine, circa 1931
A man named John left his home
The second of eleven sons
While the Joads packed up in Oklahoma
And were California bound
John joined the Conservation Corps
To see if fortune could be found
The Corps train took him to a town in the woods
At the foot of the Bigelow Range
There he met a girl, Lucille
He asked her if she'd take his name
They settled down in that same town
To start a family
They had two boys that they brought up
To live life successfully
Well, their second son, he had a second son
Who really loved his Grandpa John
An idol he made, but too soon came the day
For in nine years John was gone
The boy cried all night, cried so hard
So hard he could hardly see
I tell the story like I know it well
'Cause that cryin' little boy is me
If you can hear me Grandpa John
You'll know I think of you every day
And no matter how much I grow up
I'll never let your memory fade
No matter if I'm rich or poor
Or if I lose my way
I promise that I'll never let
My memories of you fade
No, I won't forget the fishing trips
And all the tricks you played
The motorboat, the walks in the woods
No one could ever take away
And I'll never let your memory fade
No, I'll never let your memory fade
Won't let my memories of you fade, no, no
Won't let my memories of you fade
A man named John left his home
The second of eleven sons
While the Joads packed up in Oklahoma
And were California bound
John joined the Conservation Corps
To see if fortune could be found
The Corps train took him to a town in the woods
At the foot of the Bigelow Range
There he met a girl, Lucille
He asked her if she'd take his name
They settled down in that same town
To start a family
They had two boys that they brought up
To live life successfully
Well, their second son, he had a second son
Who really loved his Grandpa John
An idol he made, but too soon came the day
For in nine years John was gone
The boy cried all night, cried so hard
So hard he could hardly see
I tell the story like I know it well
'Cause that cryin' little boy is me
If you can hear me Grandpa John
You'll know I think of you every day
And no matter how much I grow up
I'll never let your memory fade
No matter if I'm rich or poor
Or if I lose my way
I promise that I'll never let
My memories of you fade
No, I won't forget the fishing trips
And all the tricks you played
The motorboat, the walks in the woods
No one could ever take away
And I'll never let your memory fade
No, I'll never let your memory fade
Won't let my memories of you fade, no, no
Won't let my memories of you fade
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Writer(s): Michael C. Kelley
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