Recorded by: Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers
Written by: Wayne Chaulk

Lyrics

His face was weather beaten with scars and lines of strain
Yet he smiled without a reason, didn’t seem to feel the pain
One tough old soul who took the punches no matter how they came
Just lived his life as best as he could without directing the blame.

Wore sawdust covered overalls and an old engineer’s cap
Left wood chips and sticky mir wherever he sat
Sang “Old Polina”, “Amazing Grace” and “Home On The Range”
Showed thankfulness for all he had, never talked about the pain

Chorus:
But he’s gone now and left behind a trail that’s hard to follow
He learned the lessons, took the pills that we’d find hard to swallow
But his memory will guide me as I sail the stormy seas
No I won’t forget my old granddad ’cause he’s a part of me.

Cared whistle pipes and sailin’ boats tied funny knots in rope
When you felt your world was upside down he’d wink and give you hope
He was preacher, teacher, lawyer, doctor, depending on the call
He’d show you how to get back up every time you’d trip and fall.

He always said that a good shape axe was next to a loving wife
He’d close one eye to check for plumb, kept a good sharp pocket knife
You could graduate with a high degree but there was one thing for sure
You were worth dick all in grandad’s eye if you couldn’t hand a door.

Owned a general store for thirty years, sold baloney by the ton
For pennies, dimes and nickels kept the town in bubble gum
Never dreamed of riches, glory, fame, kept doing what was right
Passed peacefully from a hard old world one warm September night.

Chorus:
And he’s gone now and left behind a trail that’s hard to follow
He learned the lessons, took the pills that we’d find hard to swallow
But his memory will guide me as I sail the stormy seas
No I won’t forget my old granddad ’cause he’s a part of me.
No I won’t forget my old granddad ’cause he’s — a — part — of — me.