Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gord Bamford
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Buddy Owens
Songwriter
Phil O'Donnell
Songwriter
Blake Reid
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Got an eight by ten of me and him
When I was about nine
The game was over I was on his shoulders
Bout a fifty yard line
He was a tall and lean proud marine
With a faded green tattoo
Always had my back when I ticked off dad
'Cause that's what grandpas do
[Verse 2]
From fifty-five to sixty-five I watched his hair turn grey
And the only time I saw him cry was a Sunday I got saved
From turning a wrench, fixin' fence
And picking me up at school
To bein' my best friend, that's what grandpas do
[Verse 3]
He taught me how to drive, how to survive
In the woods if I got lost
And the older I get the more I see I'm a chip
Off a chip of his old block
He taught me how to tie a tie and put an edge on life
And how to side in my twenty-two
How to do unto others
'Cause that's what grandpas do
[Verse 4]
He taught me how to not be lazy, open doors for ladies
And look a man in the eye
Think before you speak, pray before you eat
And how to choke down your pride
He gave me my last name this cross on this chain
And my first Red Man Chew
Said, don't tell your grandma, boy
'Cause that's what grandpas do
[Verse 5]
Yeah, from an old Chevelle out there raisin' hell
To quotin' from King James
From Superman to barely can
Remember his own name
They go from an old jon boat with a fishing pole
To a hospital room
Better love'em while you can man
'Cause that's what grandpas do
[Verse 6]
Better love'em while you can
'Cause that's what grandpas do
Written by: Blake Reid, Buddy Owens, Phil O'Donnell