Grandpa's Guitar

The fiddle and flame ain't much for him But he finds love in the pick n grin Of an old guitar The wife he loves a hand to hold 3 grown kids he saw get old He love em all What they'd do to get those days back Hey grandpa you'd be so proud Here I am playing your old guitar Sure he picked a little banjo too Music and Jesus was just a few Of his favorite things Though in thankful for the mem'rys made It was so sad to watch him fade Man it still stings What I'd do to get those days back Hey grandpa you'd be so proud Here I am playing your old guitar I hear Wildwood flower from down the hall Time to go home call from mom It's time to pray Bow your head close your eyes As we say our goodbyes From far away I wish I'd learn to play guitar I know you and me would have a ball I let the time fade What I'd do to get those days back He grandpa you'd be so proud Here I am playing your old guitar