Grandma's New Guitar

These are the lyrics to a song it has taken me forty three years to write. I have so much gratitude toward my grandma, that the proper words just wouldn't come. I hope this is good enough.

GRANDMA'S NEW GUITAR

I found this block of wood
and it felt so very good,
when I held it in my hands so long ago.
I guess I had a vision,
cause I made a snap decision.
I knew that this thing could teach me, the things I wanted to know.
So I said, "grandma please!
I'll get down here on my bended knees,
it was always you who helped me get this far."
She didn't shake her head or curse,
she just smiled and opened up her purse.
It was grandma who bought me this guitar.

It's been nigh on fifty years,
and now as my own time nears
I'll carry this guitar to the very end.
Somehow grandma knew
when she purchased me this thing I do,
that this old box would always be my friend.

Up and down the road we played,
even got some money made
playing blues and grass, and often she just rocks.
I guess I love her still,
and I reckon that I always will.
I've spent a lifetime playing this old wooden box.

Yes, I love grandma still,
and as I make my way over that big old hill,
you know that I'll be playing this guitar.
And if I do things good,
when I die I hope it's understood
that it was grandma who bought me this guitar.
And if I'm lucky friend
I'll see my grandma once again
and yes, I'll still be hauling this guitar.
Thank you grandma, for buying this guitar.