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Grandpa was sleeping and the winter sky was clear, twenty years have passed boy but the memory still reminds me McDaniel, twenty years have passed boy but the memory still reminds me
I think i tried to smile as i slowly closed my eyes, grandpa was sleeping and the winter sky was clear
The smell of rain and the feel of the warm earth in his hands, grandpa was sleeping and the winter sky was clear
And his reflections flew across the moonlight land, january back in fifty-five we rode a greyhound bus through the georgia midnight
and his reflections flew across the moonlight land
he told me those old stories bout that one room cabin in kentucky
an old man and an eight year old boy rolling down that midnight highway
He tilts his head and listens to the early sounds of morning, we hit a bump and his head jerked back a little and he mumbled something, wild flowers in a mason jar and the bus rolled through the night
he tilts his head and listens to the early sounds of morning
He slowly turned and stared outside his face was mirrored in the window, i started drifting off and grandpa tucked his coat around me
twenty years have passed boy but the memory still reminds me
grandpa i can hear the evening wind out in the tall corn
The smell of rain and the feel of the warm earth in his hands, we hit a bump and his head jerked back a little and he mumbled something
The smell of rain and the feel of the warm earth in his hands, wild flowers in the mason jar, wild flowers in a mason jar
Grandpa was sleeping and the winter sky was clear, twenty years have passed boy but the memory still reminds me
wild flowers in the mason jar
he told me those old stories bout that one room cabin in kentucky
Wild flowers in a mason jar, an old man and an eight year old boy rolling down that midnight highway, he slowly turned and stared outside his face was mirrored in the window
Wild flowers in a mason jar and the bus rolled through the night, grandpa was sleeping and the winter sky was clear
Grandpa was sleeping and the winter sky was clear, he tilts his head and listens to the early sounds of morning, he told me those old stories bout that one room cabin in kentucky
he woke up smiling but his eyes were bright with tears
He told me those old stories bout that one room cabin in kentucky, and he dreamed he was back on the farm The, he said i dreamed i was back on the farm