my grandfather's guitar

i didn’t get your frame 

i didn’t get your height

i might've got your courage 

but i didn’t get your fight 

one things for sure 

one things to stay 

i got my grandfather’s voice

when i play 

my grandfather’s guitar

four fingers on your right hand 

you lost your thumb on the farm 

south of calgary alberta 

canada at heart 

the blood in you 

is the blood in me 

i got my grandfather’s heart 

when i play 

my grandfather’s guitar 

“throw nothing away 

always clean your plate

fishing and a hard days work 

we wake up early and we come home late” 

the years roll on 

still these remain 

i hear my grandfather’s voice 

when i play 

my grandfather’s guitar

driving all four windows down 

hypoluxo to old dixie

your 76 lincoln continental 

and the lantana florida breeze 

turning up the radio 

we’d all hum along 

i hear my grandfather sing 

when i play 

my grandfather’s guitar

i was just a boy 

when heaven called you home 

too young to understand 

too young to know 

but i hope you can see me now 

standing tall to say 

i got my grandfather’s voice 

when i play 

my grandfather’s guitar