His eyes were so stern His hands were so strong But his heart, it was gentle Even when you were wrong He was a fighter as a boy Best in the town He worked every morning In the mine he went down
So tell me Grandpa Why do you look so sad Tell me Grandpa Why do you look so mad The world, it isn't bad to you It put you on your path Tell me Grandpa Can I follow in your tracks
Now Grandma she stays smiling When she looks in your eyes She still sees that young boy She's loved all her life Down on the pull press Workin' hard night and day Still believing in family In the old fashioned way
So tell me Grandpa Why do you look so sad Tell me Grandpa Why do you look so mad The world, it isn't bad to you It put you on your path Tell me Grandpa Can I follow in your tracks
Things that you taught me Wood whistles you'd make Well I'll always remember Fishin' old Black Brooke lake And old graceful can't talk now But I know you can hear My thoughts and my memories You can find in my tears
So tell me Grandpa Why did ya look so sad Tell me Grandpa Why did you look so mad The world, it wasn't bad to you To keep you on your path Tell me Grandpa Can I follow in your tracks Tell me Grandpa Can I follow in your tracks
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So tell me Grandpa Why do you look so sad Tell me Grandpa Why do you look so mad The world, it isn't bad to you It put you on your path Tell me Grandpa Can I follow in your tracks
Now Grandma she stays smiling When she looks in your eyes She still sees that young boy She's loved all her life Down on the pull press Workin' hard night and day Still believing in family In the old fashioned way
So tell me Grandpa Why do you look so sad Tell me Grandpa Why do you look so mad The world, it isn't bad to you It put you on your path Tell me Grandpa Can I follow in your tracks
Things that you taught me Wood whistles you'd make Well I'll always remember Fishin' old Black Brooke lake And old graceful can't talk now But I know you can hear My thoughts and my memories You can find in my tears
So tell me Grandpa Why did ya look so sad Tell me Grandpa Why did you look so mad The world, it wasn't bad to you To keep you on your path Tell me Grandpa Can I follow in your tracks Tell me Grandpa Can I follow in your tracks
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