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there was nothing we could say
it was the first time in my life i ever heard my grandpa play. it wasn't beautiful dreamer or my wild irish rose
it was a song he played from memory & he never missed a note
there was nothing we could say
it was the first time in my life i ever heard my grandpa play. it wasn't beautiful dreamer or my wild irish rose
it was a song he played from memory & he never missed a note
my grandma she painted white gold pictures
and my grandpa he went insane
and my grandpa he frittered his money away
my grandma she painted white gold pictures
and my grandpa he went insane
and my grandpa he frittered his money away
they just ain't the same
i miss my grandpa
and i miss john wayne
they just ain't the same
i miss my grandpa
and i miss john wayne
they just ain't the same
i miss my grandpa
and i miss john wayne
they just ain't the same
i miss my grandpa
and i miss john wayne