Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryce Hedtke
Bass
Grandpa Woody
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryce Hedtke
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jordan F Hoversholm
Producer
Letras
"Good morning Bryce it's grandpa
I waited a little bit because I didn't want to get you out of bed
But maybe you're out of bed and on your way to school already
But grandma and I have been talking about you all morning long
And we love you and we want to talk to you later
And wish you a happy birthday in person but in the meantime
Have a wonderful day
And know that you're loved"
Leave your shoes off at the door
Cause the crickets are chirping
And the birds ain't singing no more
The beers will wash your soul away
And the cigarette smoke will haunt your dreams today
Go upstairs now and pack your bags
Mommas taking to her house tonight
Grades are slipping and your time gets wasted
In a classroom built for stargazers like you
This road I know
Ain't home like home
This road I know
Won't leave you alone
Side by side and riding times
When I used to rest my eyes
To drown the rivers on my face
Haircuts just to cut away
The growing pains of yesterday
Living and dying ain't the same
Wrinkles ain't ever wash away
Pickup your feet boy
They're trying to stay
Tire swing and rocking chair
Used to sit there and watch you play
While singing
Grandpa's Tunes
Blue collar job and some ripped up jeans
Old army hat and a beat up tee
Pack of cigarettes sits on his knee
Swears it won't make him die
Radio turned to his favorite band
And this planting soils turned to sand
But he won't ever sell this land
He built up with his hands
This road I know
Ain't home like home
This road I know
Won't leave you alone
Side by side and riding times
When I used to rest my eyes
To drown the rivers on my face
Haircuts just to cut away
The growing pains of yesterday
Living and dying ain't the same
Wrinkles ain't ever wash away
Pickup your feet boy
They're trying to stay
Tire swing and rocking chair
Used to sit there and watch you play while singing
Grandpa's tunes
The Sox's are in the bottom ninth
We won't be fishing in the pond tonight
They ain't gonna win
They ain't gonna bite
But life will be alright
Side by side and riding times
When I used to rest my eyes
To drown the rivers on my face
Haircuts just to cut away
The growing pains of yesterday
Living and dying ain't the same
Wrinkles ain't ever wash away
Pickup your feet boy
They're trying to stay
Tire swing and rocking chair
Used to sit there and watch you play while singing
Grandpa's tunes
Grandpa's tunes
Written by: Bryce Hedtke
