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Granpa, Tell Me

Granpa, when you was a kid Did you thinks a running away from home And look un see what's over that hill Roundup wild horses An bucks um out jist for a thrill? How did you comes to get clear out here I hear Pennsylvanie ain't to near Was you a kid or was you old When you packed up your bag un left home? Was you in the war like Uncle Zeke and Granpa Don Has you been up to the mountains like Davey done How bouts the Injins did you knows any a them An how bouts the buffalo how many did you kill? Tell me granpa was granma way out here Or did you has to goes someplace else to gets her What about my daddy was he anything like me Or did he jist wants to see what he could see? I know's I's jist a girl, granpa But I don't wants to does womans things I wants to be a cowboy and does what they does Help me, help me granpa, I come to you because You're the smartest, wisest, kindest man I know I love you, granpa

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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