Standing with me

Theres many things that I forgot through my life

But theres one thing that wont leave

Thats the memory of my grandpa standing in that old house

Playing that old six string

Yeah he could play the guitar

The one he handed down to me

So now I can play as you see

And everytime I play it feels like hes standing with me

Grandpa was a dedicated farming man

Nothing special like a surgeon or a king

But when the day was done hed have a little fun

And hed go grab that old six string

He could pluck a banjo mighty fine

And he sures hell could sing

But there was nothing ever quite like

When hed play that old six string