Grandpa’s Shed

Took some old tin roof, hammer and nails Creosote poles and cedar fence rails

Spent one whole day and an afternoon

Puttin it together and when he was through

You could just tell he was proud of himself

To hell with paint he liked the rust

So that was that and there it was

Grandpa’s shed

You could see the dust, you could hear the wind

Through the cracks in the walls where the sun came in

There were tractor parts, old Folgers cans

Full of nuts and bolts, and odds and ends

Was a wonderland to a kid my size

It’s where I’d go, it’s where I’d dream

Smelled like hay and axle grease

Grandpa’s shed

I close my eyes and there I am

At night by the light of a Coleman lamp

Just me and him, tinkerin on an old Ford truck

Drank my first beer, had my first smoke

Got my first kiss and my heart broke

It’s where I cried when I had to let him go

Now grandpas gone and I’m all gone

But that sheds still as full as it ever was

Old barbed wire rolls on rusted reels

A copperhead skin on a lawnmower wheel

And a million memories collecting dust

A monument to a small town kid

That sweet old man and the things they did

Grandpas shed

Back when life was good as it could get