Memory Lane

Riding Lawnmower - Single

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its wendsday morning, 3 am. do you know where your loops are?

parsley sage barley wheat rye

Rocking Chair
Mark Lambert, Lee Kennedy

Something 'bout this Ol’ rocking chair
Grandpa left to me
He’d sit and share his stories
Always sippin’ on sweet tea

Feel like this ol oak wood
Soaked up some of his spirit
He and I still have good talks
When I'm sitting in it

Chor
Oh, Rockin Chair 
My time machine
Carries me into the past

Reminds me of
Treasured memories
Yeah, the good ones always last

Oh, Rockin’ Chair

Verse II
It does something to me
Seems to slow down life
Me and Grandpa get together 
WhenI I need advice

Alone I sit in this ol’ rockin chair
Hear his deep, deep voice
“Son, life slips away, make the most of it
Cause, how you live is your choice”

Chorus
Oh, Rockin Chair 
My time machine
Carries me into the past

Reminds me of
Treasured memories
Yeah, the good ones always last

Oh, Rockin’ Chair
Take me away 
To a simpler time

Of me and him
Talking through the day
How he calms my restless mind

Oh, Rocking Chair 

Bridge
Now me and Grandpa watch my babies
While I’m sitting on my porch
Only goes in two directions
I lean back and he comes forth

Chorus
Oh, Rockin Chair 
My time machine
Carries me into the past

Reminds me of
Treasured memories
Yeah, the good ones always last

Oh, Rockin’ Chair
Take me away 
To a simpler time

Of me and him
Talking through the day
How he calms my restless mind

Oh, Rocking Chair 



Rockin Chair- DEMO

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📝 **Lyrics 

[Verse]  
Down by the porch swing, sipping sweet tea,  
Grandpa's got a twinkle, a warning to me.  
Says, "Son, you can tug on that old guitar string,  
But don't pull my finger—it's a dangerous thing."

[Chorus]  
Don’t pull Grandpa’s finger, no, don’t even try,  
Unless you’re ready to see a buzzard fly.  
The air turns sour, the room gets thin,  
Don’t pull Grandpa’s finger, or you’ll regret it again.

[Verse 2]  
He winked at Grandma, who shook her head,  
“Lord, I’ve put up with that stink since the day we wed.”  
He grinned like a rascal, said, “It’s my charm,  
But pull that trigger, you’ll sound the alarm.”

[Chorus]  
Don’t pull Grandpa’s finger, no, don’t even try,  
Unless you’re ready to see a buzzard fly.  
The air turns sour, the room gets thin,  
Don’t pull Grandpa’s finger, or you’ll regret it again.

[Bridge]  
It’s a lesson learned in the hardest way,  
When curiosity led me astray.  
One little tug, I’ll never forget,  
The smell of a memory I deeply regret.

[Chorus]  
Don’t pull Grandpa’s finger, no, don’t even try,  
Unless you’re ready to see a buzzard fly.  
The air turns sour, the room gets thin,  
Don’t pull Grandpa’s finger, or you’ll regret it again.

Don't Pull Grandpa's Finger

As Long As He’s Still Here

Verse I
There's a wealth of knowledge under that cowboy hat
Grandpa’s hands are scarred but still strong as a bear
He takes a few more breaks, but I’m okay with that
For as long as he's still here


Chorus
I know he's not like he used to be
But I take care of him cause he cared for me
Man, I’ve got so many memories
All the good times we’ve shared as family


The calendar keeps turning
The candle keep burning
Time travels faster than we do
It’s a short step from 21 to 82


I thank God for every year 
For as long as he’s still here


Verse II
We’re like a working hand and a worn leather glove
All he cares about in life is crystal clear  
I’ll always show him my respect for what he does
For as long as he’s still here


Chorus
I know he's not like he used to be
But I take care of him cause he cared for me
Man, I’ve got so many memories
All the good times we’ve shared as family


The calendar keeps turning
The candle keep burning
Time travels faster than we do
It’s a short step from 21 to 82


And,  I thank God for every year 
For as long as he’s still here
 
Bridge
He doesn’t have to share his time
But that’s what he wants to do
He opened up these eyes of mine
To a love I know is true


Chorus
I know he's not like he used to be
But I take care of him cause he cared for me
Man, I’ve got so many memories
All the good times we’ve shared as family


The calendar keeps turning
The candle keep burning
Time travels faster than we do
It’s a short step from 21 to 82


I thank God for every year 
For as long as he’s still here


I thank God for every year 
For as long as he’s still here


As Long As He's Still Here

Anghofio Taid

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Just wondering how my Grand Pa would see the world as it is today.

Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
Sittin' at home and I flip on the tube.
Nothing to see there just more bad news.
I think I'll try my hand at reality tv,
Vanderpump Rules, 90 day, oh please!
57 channels and nothing is on,
The boss was right, I think I'll throw him a bone.

(Chorus)
What would my grand dad say if he could see it this time,
The world has gone crazy, and left me behind.
The world has gone crazy, and left us behind.

(Verse 2)
I see a boy on tv, he wants to be a girl.
Wants to share a restroom, what in the world.
I see a girl down the street, she wants to be a guy,
It seems everyone I meet, they all ask why?
I've always believer, in live and let live,
But some of this is crazy, how much more can we give?

(Chorus)
What would my grand dad say if he could see it this time,
The world has gone crazy, it left me behind.
The world has gone crazy, it left us behind.

(Verse 3)
He hears the cursive writing is out in all the schools,
Ripped jeans everywhere, he pities the fools.
Nothing's face to face but sexting is in,
You get to NOT touch a woman and get some typing in.
Swipe up on the screen and you got yourself a date.
While your at it swipe down, get your groceries as you wait.

(Chorus)
What would my grand dad say if he could see it this time,
The world has gone crazy, and left me behind.
The world has gone crazy, and left us behind.

The World Has Gone Crazy

Fuck Your Grandpa

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ROCK N ROLL GRANDPA - bishbattle

something my grandpa told me a long time ago

Grandpa Told Me Remix

Grandpa Told Me

A gentle fingerpicked acoustic guitar opens, joined by subtle steel guitar licks and warm upright bass, Light snare brushes and soulful electric guitar enter, lending a Texas blues flavor, A mellow organ pad enriches the 90s retro sound, creating an intimate, relaxed folk-country ballad heres the song Have A Grandpa Like You

Have A Grandpa Like You

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