The Internet Ate My Childhood
Tag: western
Grandpa
He was the junkyard king
Man, he had everything
His friends called em Red
He had a field, a house, a broken down shed
He was plenty tough
He only dealt in rough
His heart was made a glass
But, both his hands were made a the finest brass
He hates old cigars
He sat in rusty cars
He’d burn all his trash
He said that nuthin’ ever seems to last
I thought he hung the moon
He’d sing ole cowboy tunes
He always kept the law
And I’m just glad I got to call him paw
And when I said goodbye
He yelled, “We never die!
Build a hot air balloon!
So I can see you again real soon!”
He was a man a God
Said he was plenty flawed
I don’t believe it though
Cause when’d it ever seem to show?
Loved his wife and kids
He shut his “Old eyelids”
I know he loved me too
Loved me like the grass does love the dew
Then he rode his horse
Into the dusk of course
I want to be like him
So I sat straight down and wrote a hymn
I thought he hung the moon
Whistled ole cowboy tunes
He always kept the law
And I’m just glad he gets to see my mom … again!