Grandpa Didn't Like Much Of Nothing

Grandpa Didn't Like Much Of Nothing

By Tim Lake

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Well my Mom was a soldier and my Dad was a thief so my Grandpa had nothing to do

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But to sit on the porch and shoot at the signs with a beer and a twenty- two

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He shot cause he hated my Grandma and he shot cause he hated all lies

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And he shot at the things he just couldn't change that made up his entire life

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He shot out the “O” in the stop sign and he started to work on the “P”

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And he shot at a bird but he missed, he shot at a tree Lord he once shot at me

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And he dried all my tears with a kiss and he thanked the very good Lord that he missed

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'Cause Grandpa didn't like much of nothing worst of all Lord he hated himself

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So he shot at the dreams the once forgotten schemes and put his gun back on the shelf

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Cause Grandpa should have been someone else

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He worked in a factory down Charleston way, but that's not what he wanted to do