A Good Man Like Grandpa

I just want to be a good man like Grandpa Woods hands on the

wheel steady and strong in his blue Chevy truck Sing and thank

you Jesus like a Sunday song. Oh, I just want to

be a good man with callous hands and a simple plan

living slow, living deep, so in sea down every good man like

Grandpa that's playing. black coffee in hand knows every name shakes every palm

told me to pray with my boots in the dirt sits on your

word should be your bomb and when the sun sets