| Grandpa's Old Truck |
| Today I drove out from the city, To visit my Grandpa's old farm. It was a good day to drive and just be alive, The day was sunny and warm. It was kind of hard, when I pulled up in the yard, And saw his old truck parked under a tree. I was thinking back, when he'd put lunch in a sack, And he'd go adventurin' with me. The old Chevy looked drab, with dust on the cab, It's condition was breaking my heart. I thought, with a little work and a good battery, I'd bet this old truck would soon start. And it came to pass, with a battery and gas, The old truck was ready to run. So, set for a ride, we all jumped inside And I drove out, like Grandpa had done. Down at the creek, we went fishin'. We had lunch and napped under a tree, The same old oak that had sheltered My wonderful Grandpa and me. -- Ray Twist |
