Most of the Time
Grandpa was born in 1929
He had a great life he’d often say with a sigh
Grandpa was also very fond of his “wine”
Meaning anything that came from a grain or a vine
He smoked strong cigars that he’d cut in half
That I puffed once turned green and made him laugh
Not much of a talker but he had some great lines
And they always got better with another “glass of wine”
“Grandpa, I feel a big one tuggin’ on the line!
Settle son, settle or the fish’ll win each time
Well I pulled too hard and soon it wasn't mine
Son holdin’ on too tight loses most things most-the-time
From workin’ in coal mines to fightin’ in a war
He was still young when he was asked to give some more
But what I remember most was Grandpa’s love and pride
In this country that he loved and for which he’d nearly died
“Grandpa, I feel a big one tuggin’ on the line!
Settle son, settle or the fish’ll win each time
Well I pulled too hard and soon it wasn't mine
Son holdin’ on too tight loses most things most-the-time
Yeh, Grandpa helped me become the man I am.
With sayin’s like “Use God’s grace to be the best you can”
“Grandpa, I feel a big one tuggin’ on the line!
Settle son, settle or the fish’ll win each time
Well I pulled too hard and soon it wasn't mine
Son holdin’ on too tight loses most things most-the-time
“Grandpa, I feel a big one tuggin’ on the line!
Settle son, settle or the fish’ll win each time
Well I pulled too hard and soon it wasn't mine
Son holdin’ on too tight loses most things most-the-time
Yeh, I find if you hold on too tight
You’ll lose most things most-the-time
Copyright © Shawn Sackman | Year Posted 2018
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