Grandpa's Guitar

The fiddle and flame ain't much for him
But he finds love in the pick n grin
Of an old guitar

The wife he loves a hand to hold
3 grown kids he saw get old
He love em all

What they'd do to get those days back
Hey grandpa you'd be so proud
Here I am playing your old guitar

Sure he picked a little banjo too
Music and Jesus was just a few
Of his favorite things

Though in thankful for the mem'rys made
It was so sad to watch him fade
Man it still stings

What I'd do to get those days back
Hey grandpa you'd be so proud
Here I am playing your old guitar

I hear Wildwood flower from down the hall
Time to go home call from mom
It's time to pray

Bow your head close your eyes
As we say our goodbyes
From far away

I wish I'd learn to play guitar
I know you and me would have a ball
I let the time fade

What I'd do to get those days back
He grandpa you'd be so proud
Here I am playing your old guitar



Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Grose
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