Justin Moore - Grandpa Lyrics
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Grandpa
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What Are The Lyrics For Grandpa By Justin Moore?
He stood on that bank when I got baptized,
Gave me a thirty thirty when I turned nine, At sixteen you caught me drinking, Out in the barn, I could hear you cheerin', When we won state, You held my hand At grandma's grave, And I'll always be thankful, You never sold the farm Grandpa you stood so tall, Chewed that redman, Wore over-alls, Where the same man on Sunday morning, As Saturday night Five foot six to the top of your hat, But when you talked bout' the war, Thought you were superman, American born simple man, With a southern draw You walk the walk, Talk the talk, Grandpa, You still swear, Rosabella's the best, And a home grown tamata', Taste better than the rest, 50 years goes too fast, With a woman you love, Well this life I've chose, Is gettin' busy now, But I know where to go, When I need to slow down, When I walk up on your front porch, Its just like I'm still young Grandpa you stood so tall, Chewed that red man, Wore over-alls, Where the same man on Sunday morning, As Saturday night Five foot six to the top of your hat, But when you talked bout' the war, Thought you were superman, American born simple man, With a southern draw You walked the walk, Talked the talk, Grandpa Yeah, American born, Dirt road man, With a slow southern draw Now keep walkin' the walk, Talkin' the talk, Grandpa Oh |
Who Wrote Grandpa By Justin Moore?
Jeremy Stover, Jamie Paulin, Justin Moore
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What's The Duration Of The Grandpa By Justin Moore?The duration of Grandpa is 3:28 minutes and seconds. |
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