Carolina Blues
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Grampa was a preacher
And he led the singin', too
Grandma used to yodel
And tell us what to do
Grampa drove a limousine
But just on Saturdays
And he'd tell the crying families
About Jesus by the grave
And he was always smiling
And whistlin' a tune
And Grampa had the kindest eyes
Carolina Blues
Once I knew this girl whose
Grampa was a millionaire
And when he kicked the bucket
She was the only heir
And he left her with everything
More than she could dream
Truckloads full of money
With a castle by the sea
But he was always lying
And selfish as could be
So he left her with empty words
And painful memories
Now Grampa didn't leave me
Money I could spend
I guess that he didn't have
Much money in the end
But my Grampa was an honest man
Seeking after Truth
And Grampa had the kindest eyes
Carolina Blues
. .
Now Grandma had a daughter
And then she had two sons
And one became my father
When he and Ma were done
And I might be the richest man
To ever walk this earth
Cause I was left with so much more
Than money could be worth
And my dad's just like my grampa
He's wearing worn out shoes
But he's a man that I can trust
He always tells the truth
Now maybe Dad won't leave me
Money I can spend
My guess is that he won't have
Much money in the end
But my father is an honest man
Seeking after truth
And Daddy got my grandpa's eyes
Carolina Blues
Carolina Blues
Carolina Blues
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