Lyrics

Me and Grandpa Working Down on the Farm

Morning dew on the Plow, cold dirt in my hands
Grandpa walking through the field, he’s a steady old man
The Rooster crows, the Sun climbs slow
With coffee cup in hand, the day began
Me and Grandpa working down on the farm,
Sweat on our brows, but the work had its charm.
With a laugh in his voice, and strength in his arms,
Me and Grandpa working down on the farm.

Mending fences, learning lessons about life,
He taught me patience, and how to use a knife.
The creek ran cool where the willows bend,
Every day felt timeless, like it would never end.
Me and Grandpa working down on the farm,
Sweat on our brows, but the work had its charm.
With a laugh in his voice, and strength in his arms,
Me and Grandpa working down on the farm.

Now the house is empty, and the fields overgrown
I sure miss those days working on his Farm
I think of him often as now that I'm Old
Me and my Grandson, working down on the Farm
Me and Grandpa working down on the farm,
Sweat on our brows, but the work had its charm.
With a laugh in his voice, and strength in his arms,
Me and Grandpa working down on the farm.