Grandpa Filmography

• Walk a Mile (2011)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Grandpa - Wynonna Judd
• Grandpa - The Judds
• Grandpa - Rodney Carrington
• Grandpa - This Bike Is A Pipe Bomb
• Grandpa - Daniel Wesley
• Grandpa - Justin Moore

Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good ole days.
Sometimes it feels like
This world's gone crazy.
Grandpa, take me back to yesterday,
Where the line between right and wrong
Didn't seem so hazy.
Did lovers really fall in love to stay?
Stand beside each other come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept,
Not just something they would say?
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Whoa oh Grandpa,
Tell me 'bout the good ole days.
musical interlude
Grandpa, everything is changing fast.
We call it progress,
But I just don't know.
And Grandpa, let's wonder back into the past,
And paint me a picture of long ago.
Did lovers really fall in love to stay?
Stand beside each other come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept,
Not just something they would say and then forget?
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Whoa oh Grandpa,
Tell me 'bout the good ole days.
Whoa oh Grandpa,
Tell me 'bout the good ole days.
Musical interlude

Your words they come out easy and I am speechless at best
Your star it seems to shine about the rest
You're the face before the cameras
The smile I'd like to earn
The closest thing to perfect
In a hollywood picture
You're the beauty that is deeper than eyes can really see
The closest thing to perfect, but the farthest thing from me
I'd love to be the shoulder that you cry on
I'd love to be the friend you call when things are grey
I'd love to be the shoulder that you cry on
I'd love to be the friend you call when things are grey
You're the dream that hasn't ended and I am anxious for the rest
Your words, they seem to hang above my head
You're the bud before the flower that grows into full bloom
Captivating beauty but it may be out too soon
You're the song that tells a story but leaves a lot to read
The closest thing to perfect but the farthest thing from me
I'd love to be the shoulder that you cry on
I'd love to be the friend you call when things are grey
I'd love to be the shoulder that you cry on
I'd love to be the friend you call when things are grey
And like I really deserve a chance to sit across the table
And tell you that you that I think that you are wonderful
And I think you're something special
I guess that this is my only chance to tell you
That I wish I knew you because I think you're wonderful
If I'd get to know you

Come home
It's been so long
We're missing you at home
So hang up that phone
'cause I'm coming back home
Back home
Come home
It's been so long
I can't hide no more
So hang up the phone
'cause I'm coming back home
Drive me home
Drive me home
Drive me home
Drive me
Keep on driving me home
Come home
It's been so long
We're missing you at home
So hang up that phone

tell me did we lose another one of my brothers at the gallows.
you don't have to be afraid to tell me, i already knew.
he's my brother, the blood of my blood.
did you slip out unnoticed before dawn with the noose
that you prepared for my brother, your father,
my fathers father. the blood of my blood.
tell me what is to become of me if you're my father,
my fathers father, the blood of my blood,
and your blood is my blood.
am i to slip out before dawn unnoticed
with the noose that i prepared for the brother

Sat On The Porch
Watching The Tide Roll In
Holding A Rose
I don't Mind How You Roll
You Mean So Much To Me
To Me
To Me
To Me...
Sat The Porch
Watching The Tide Roll In
Holding A Rose
I don't Mind How You Roll
You Mean So Much To Me
To Me
To Me
To Me

You stood on that bank when I got baptized
Gave me a thirty, thirty when I turned nine
At sixteen you caught me drinkin' out in the barn
I could hear you cheerin' when we won state
And 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 Red Man, wore overalls
You were the same man on Sunday mornin' as Saturday night
Five foot six to the top of your hat
But when you talked about the war thought you were Superman
American born simple man with a southern drawl
You walk the walk, you talk the talk, grandpa
You still swear Roosevelt was the best
That a home grown tomato tastes better than the rest
And fifty 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
And when I walk up on your front porch, it's just like I'm still young
Grandpa you stood so tall
Chewed that Red Man, wore overalls
You were the same man on Sunday mornin' as Saturday night
Five foot six to the top of your hat
But when you talked about the war thought you were Superman
American born simple man with a southern drawl
You walk the walk, you talk the talk, grandpa
Yeah, American born a dirt road man with that slow southern drawl