Grandpas Chair..
Grandpas Chair..
This is the place where I go to get away.
No kids to yell at, silence I hear, I can think strait.
Sometimes my grandsons comes and then wakes me up.
Grandma worry’s about me falling asleep in the heat.
So I have to hide my liquor bottles and such.
Everybody needs a place to rest.
That old dusty chair has been my best.
Sometimes I just need a place to hide.
My grandkids understand old grandpas chair.
His place of silence, his chair of pride.
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