My Grand Pa Lyrics

Grand Pa It's a memory of long ago

Oh how the years have past by

I remember the very day we said goodbye

Oh how I cried when I saw you lying there

You looked more peaceful than you did in years

Not a wrinkle on your Sunday suit was there

Old Spice Colone was in the air

I could smell the vitalis in your hair

Oh my how more than 40 years have now passed us by

Once again I want to sit and listen

To the stories that My Grand Pa told

I don't want to ever think of growing old

Just let me think about the times that my Grand Pa shared

And what it meant to have my Grand Pa here

I want to ride again with My Grand Pa

In that old pickup truck he had

A big old cattle rack on the back

And an old straw hat he wore on his head

I want to feel the wind blowing in my hair

As we fly down that highway

On our way to the stockyard fair

I want to see his smiling face

As he laughs about a joke that he told

But I never heard him talk about growing old

I want to ride again with My Grand Pa

In that old pickup truck he had

A big old cattle rack on the back

And an old straw hat he wore on his head

I want to feel the wind blowing in my hair

As we fly down that highway

On our way to the stockyard fair

I want to see his smiling face

As he laughs about a joke that he told

But I never heard him talk about growing old

Once again I want to sit and listen

To the stories that My Grand Pa told

I don't want to ever think of growing old

Just let me think about the times that my Grand Pa shared

And what it meant to have my Grand Pa here

On a bucking stud he taught me how to ride

I guess that's where I got my country pride

I want to hear him call me Clyde and I want to call him Walt

That's just something between him and I

Everybody's got them a Grand Pa somewhere

Don't take them for granted

Sit and listen to the stories that they share

You never know how long he'll be here

and today I wish I had my grandpa here

Once again I want to sit and listen

To the stories that My Grand Pa told

I don't want to ever think of growing old

Just let me think about the times that my Grand Pa shared

And what it meant to have my Grand Pa here

I want to sit and listen to the stories that My Grand Pa told

I don't want to ever think about growing old

Just let me think about the times that My Grand Pa shared

And what it meant to have My Grand Pa here