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There's something missin', from the old days
When my grandpa worked his fingers to the bone 
Pickin' cotton and haulin' hay
All I can amount to is a song

if they
Bury me in Dixie

Well, lay me by my daddy
And my grandpa just the same
I want every headstone next to me
To read my last name
But take

can't you remember being my age?"
He said, "Let me tell you son, seems like just yesterday
That your grandpa sat me down, and tried his best

that stood beside me when my grandpa went to Heaven?
That ride or die, that girl of mine that got away from me
Don't take it wrong but, baby, where is

if they
Bury me in Dixie

Well, lay me beside my daddy
And my grandpa just the same
I want every headstone next to me
To read my last name
But

Italian men
Drinking some wine in Rome
My boyfriend's chickens hiding from the rain
Grandpas chuckle on his birthday
Two little kids on the subway

I will
Sing you a song, I will
Sing you a song, I will
Oh yeah

Grandpa can you take away the worry
C'mon man, you need strength, yeah
Everyone

the highest wave before me, No wave
我的伟绩我的美丽你该来学学
My accomplishments, you should learn my beauties
爸爸的爸爸爸的爸爸你该叫爷爷
Dad’s dad, dad’s dad, you should call grandpa

Make a young man feel like an old scab
Ya hashima weed ya hashima
Ya hashima weed ya hashima
My mother was my whiskers
Father was my claws
My grandpa was

to see your face and lie with you alone
I'll do my best to show you
How much I want to know you
To know you

Your grandma and grandpa give
You all

the way through Nashville and Atlanta! (Oh!)
Do I send a postcard over pigeon back to grandpa? (Oh!)
Tell him everything is beautiful in Tampa?
In Tampa

Tampa
I've gone from polaroid to panorama
What will I tell Lulu or my grandpa?
'Cause a kiss just flipped the script right here in Tampa
In Tampa

and dad, gram and grandpa, too
Christmas is a sacred birth
A chance for hope and peace on earth
It's everything that we hold dear and true
But most

a Rambo
Rude, dem boy got no chance

Smoking on a Lambo, strong like a Rambo
Sipping red bramble, I'm okay
Born in December, wise like a grandpa
Many

Grandpa dropped outta school in the fifth grade
Grandma barely made it past the eighth
So maybe it's alright if I only made it two weeks

wish
Grandpa in his underwear
Snorrin' in his rocking chair
Mother's twenty-second callin'
"Who's the stranger in the hall?"

Everybody scream,