Grandpa held my hand When we walked his country lanes Swingin’ me on the front porch Tellin’ stories ‘bout the trains Grandpa used to rock me On his lovin’ lap I’d give anything if I could have him back The road to grandpa’s house Was my favorite ride ‘Cause I knew the whole time He’d keep me by his side Talkin’ bout the things he used to do Made me feel good inside Grandpa, I’m missing you Grandpa held my hand When we walked his country lanes Swingin’ me on the front porch Tellin’ stories ‘bout the trains Grandpa used to rock me On his lovin’ lap I’d give anything if I could have him back We would walk the tracks He would tell his tales Hold my hand and teach me To balance on the rails Sittin’ at the depot Was his favorite place I could see younger days Fall across his face On the day he died You could hear the steel grind As he rode the rails to heaven in the sky Now standin’ by his grave, I hear that old whistle whine Grandpa held my hand When we walked his country lanes Swingin’ me on the front porch Tellin’ stories ‘bout the trains Grandpa used to rock me On his lovin’ lap I’d give anything if I could have him back
