"Grandpa" as written by Jeremy Samuel Stover, Jamie Paulin and 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
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
Lyrics submitted by stackshouse
"Grandpa" as written by Jamie Paulin Jeremy Stover
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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As for meaning its just a song thinking back on and paying tribute to all the writers grandfathers.