He pulled me up onto his lap
And he shook my soul with his belly laugh
Grandpa used to say to me
Don’t forget who you are as I sat on his knee

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We lived in a world where your word was your bond
On Sundays we’d gather down at the pond
Fried chicken and horseshoes and corn on the cob
We’d settle all matters
And life moved along

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Words and Music by Chuck Brown