My daddy
So the story is told
Was just eight years old
His daddy
Left him and his mama
Standin' in the cold
My grandfather
My daddy
Should've hated him so
Ever since that day
My daddy
With no reason to show
Did not feel that way
'Bout my grandfather
This is a story
Only a thinker can tell
I am a thinker
My grandfather was one as well
And I felt close to him
And I often would boast of him
He, an inventor
Invented things
Taken for granted now
I, a writer, feel sorry
My grandpa can't take a bow
I've been wanting to visit him
For more than half a year
My grandfathe