Grandfather Blues

My great great Grandfather

Prospected for gold

In the wilds of Alaska

In the Yukon cold

My great Grandfather

Fought the Civil War

On the side of the South

In the Infantry Corps

My own Grandfather

Was a hell of a man

He rode Rock Island Railroad

In the blowing sand

All this makes me wonder

What they'll say about me

Oh he was just some fool rambler

Dyin to be free

O-o-oh, I need one good woman to pull me through

O-o-oh, I got one good woman just like you

My great great Grandmother

Wore a calico gown

She had a double-barreled shotgun

That she never set down

My great Grandmother

Was a Cherokee bride

You could find her every evening

Down by the riverside

My own Grandmother

Had a heart of gold

She had eyes like an Angel

And an ocean for a Soul

All this makes me wonder

What they'll say about me

Oh he was just some fool rambler

Dyin to be free

O-o-oh, I need one good woman to pull me through

O-o-oh, I got one good woman just like you!