Grandma Loved That Old Man

My grandfather wore big suspenders

A grey fedora hat, a shine on his shoes

Tobacco stains on his chin, gin on his breath

And starch in his shirt

He always had change in his pockets

A watch in his vest, tie-tacked to his chest

His was crap-shootin' crazy

A hungover, lazy, wrestling match fan

I'll never forget how my grandma loved that old man

He was a night watchman down on Canal Street

A salty old bird, a man a few words

He was Friday night vain, he walked with a cane

Smoked Prince Albert in a can

I'll never forget how my grandma loved that old man

She was strong in her spirit, strong in her heart

Loved that old man right from the start

Sometimes I did wonder how much she could take

She was pushed to the limit but she never did break

Her life followed one simple plan, grandma loved that old man

His tree trunks were whitewashed, sidewalks were clean

Beer joints were crawling with Merchant Marines

He went to his grave with a barber shop shave and his dice in his hand

I'll never forget how my grandma loved that old man

I'll never forget how my grandma loved that old man

I'll never forget how much grandma loved that old man