January 99 Winning Country Lyrics and Review

Walking hand in hand with my Grandpa Nate 
Grandma Mart she told us "Don't come home late 
Got a rabbit on the stove 
Corn in the pot 
I'll make some lemonaid 'cos the sun's getting hot" 

Walking hand in hand down the old dirt road 
Stop for just a while watch the horny toad 
Chico barked and scared some quail 
Under the sage 
And running single file they would make their escape 

Those were the times I'll remember through the years 
Gramps chased away all my fears 
Sometimes I wish I could bring them back again 
And walk with my Grandpa like I did back then 

Riding on the truck to the fishing hole 
Grandpa gave to me my first fishing pole 
Summer sun was shining bright 
Wildflowers filled the air 
We knelt down in the poppies and we picked them with care 

Those were the times I'll remember through the years 
Gramps chased away all my fears 
Sometimes I wish I could bring them back again 
And walk with my Grandpa like I did back then 

Nights I'd lie outside hear frogs in the crick 
On the old oak trees Spanish moss hung thick 
Woke up with the rooster's call 
Ground covered with dew 
Oh Grandpa Nate I sure do miss those days with you 

Walking hand in hand with my Grandpa Nate 
Grandma Mart she told us "Don't come home late 
Got a rabbit on the stove 
Corn in the pot 
I'll make some lemonaid 'cos the sun's getting hot" 
 

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          Youth, loving grandparents, summer days and nights, the pleasure and tranquility of simple country life... These childhood memories, enriched by the authors' strength of description, come alive with the sights, smells, sounds and feelings we should all be so lucky to have. 

Nicely done, Y'all, please send us  another.