Grandpa Getcha Guitar

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In a cabin on a hill just east of 
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Asheville
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My love for words and melody was 
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born
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My father’s father played for me,
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with a Martin box across his knee
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And he mixed his songs with hot 
licks,
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And sips of barley corn

[Verse 2]

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Well, I worshipped every foot of 
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ground he walked on
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I spent seven boyhood summers by his
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 side
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It was up and down tobaccer rows,
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Till the evening sun was sinking low
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And we’d join around the table,
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in the glow of supper time

[Chorus]
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And I’d say, “Grandpa get your 
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guitar, let’s sit out in the 
backyard,
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You can sing the one about going 
home to that mansion in the sky
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Way down after sunset, you can 
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take me up to my bed, laugh and 
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call me sleepy head and sing
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me a lullaby”

[Verse 3]

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There’s a weather beaten rocker on
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 the front porch
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And a spiderweb now hanging ‘cross
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 the door
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A million dusty memories,
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that pull me back across the years,
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Swear I can hear his broke hands,
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walking cross the floor

[Bridge]

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When we meet again up yonder
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On that shining blissful day
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Gonna wrap my arms around him
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And then I’m gonna say,

Repeat Chorus

[Tag]
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Grandpa get your guitar
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And sing me a lullaby