Grandma's Bible

With the dishes washed and the fire burnin

And the smoke from Grandpa's pipe twistin' and turnin'

She settles in, with the Book again

The gold flake long worn off the pages

King James on the cover, tired and faded

Shakin' hands, peel the pages back

And her eyes went deep and wet

And they turned a little red

Grandma never spoke about the message

And Grandpa never was much for religion

But every night, they'd sit there quiet

And their eyes went deep and wet

And they turned a little red

I ain't opened Grandma's Bible since she passed

Sits next to Grandpa's pipe on my desk

Grabbed it up last night, found a note inside

It was a picture of a man, and a letter written in a soldier's hand

The letter read, "If I don't make it back

My brother John, he's a good man."

Set my Grandma's Bible on the couch

Pulled smoke from Grandpa's pipe and breathed it out

And I wrote this song, about my Grandpa John

And my eyes went deep and wet

And they turned a little red