Grandpa

I remember as a little child When Saturday would come We would get in the car And to grandpas house would go It seemed to take forever to Travel down the two-lane road As radio stations came and went With every little town He house sat all alone No one live near by And he had many sheep Out behind his house And at night we gathered in Around the radio we sat Listening to magic radio shows From so very far away Then drive back home in the dark Thought sleeping little towns And very late we would get back To our own little home