That's My Grandpa

Verse 1
Up on the shelf is a sweat-dried hat
Hanging on the hook, some old leather chaps.
Over in the chair his face full of cracks.
That’s my Grandpa
His naps are short and his stories are long,
Tells me things like how the West was won.
Riding herd and he was good with a gun.
That’s my Grandpa.

Bridge
He says he couldn’t change how some things had been,
But he changed as many as the world let him.
He’d like to trade in his old rocking chair,
For a horse and saddle and some coal black hair.

Chorus
That’s my Grandpa right over there,
His snoring dreams take him everywhere
Wake him up and he’ll take you there
That’s my Grandpa.

Verse 2
Up on the shelf is a brief case and hat
Hanging on the hook, my coat and slacks.
I look in the mirror there’s more gray then black.
I think of my Grandpa

Bridge
I can’t change how some things will be,
But I’ll change as many as the world lets me.
Some day I’ll trade for an old rockin’ chair
Naps and stories with my grandson there, he’ll say…

Chorus
That’s my Grandpa right over there,
His snoring dreams take him everywhere
Wake him up and he’ll take you there
That’s my Grandpa.