Fifty Years
Last year I turned forty and I didn't miss a beat
Now it's a year later and I'm down on my knees
Wondering if I've failed at what I'm supposed to be
And I'd sure like to know just what he thinks of me
He was a colonel in the army in the second world war
He was a good American soldier he knew what he was fighting for
And he made it safely home but he died way too soon
Before he had a chance to see what his kids and theirs would do
He looks straight at me while he's hanging on the wall
Always a man of few words that's my grandpa
Even though I never knew him I know he is my friend
And I'd give my Gibson to shake his hand and learn how to live
Now fifty years have passed and he still looks the same
Sitting at his desk in that wooden picture frame
And some nights when I'm alone and I look up at him
I ask a few questions that are on my mind again
And he looks straight at me while he's hanging on the wall
Always a man of few words that's my grandpa
Even though I never knew him I know he is my friend
And I'd give my Gibson to shake his hand and learn how to live
Now it's a year later and I'm down on my knees
Wondering if I've failed at what I'm supposed to be
And I'd sure like to know just what he thinks of me
He was a colonel in the army in the second world war
He was a good American soldier he knew what he was fighting for
And he made it safely home but he died way too soon
Before he had a chance to see what his kids and theirs would do
He looks straight at me while he's hanging on the wall
Always a man of few words that's my grandpa
Even though I never knew him I know he is my friend
And I'd give my Gibson to shake his hand and learn how to live
Now fifty years have passed and he still looks the same
Sitting at his desk in that wooden picture frame
And some nights when I'm alone and I look up at him
I ask a few questions that are on my mind again
And he looks straight at me while he's hanging on the wall
Always a man of few words that's my grandpa
Even though I never knew him I know he is my friend
And I'd give my Gibson to shake his hand and learn how to live
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Writer(s): Justin Stickler
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