Lyrics

Grampa - words and music by Judy Daigle (c) 2020

Grampa played guitar in a country western band.
He travelled in a big red bus all across the land.
Sometimes we’d hear his songs on the kitchen radio.
Grampa’s voice would ring out so gentle and low.

Chorus:
Grampa said that music gives you wings.
He taught me how to fly out on the front porch swing.
We’d sit for hours and sing in harmony.
To the world he was a star, but he was Grampa to me.

He taught me how to play with his turtle shell picks.
I practiced all the time but I couldn’t get his licks.
Working his magic across those six strings,
he could really make that old Martin sing.

(chorus)

Bridge:
He’s gone but his music lives on
every time we hear one of his songs.
I’m lucky to have the memories
of those days, just Grampa and me.

(chorus)

To the world he was a star, but he was Grampa to me.