He used to take me fishing when I was just a boy
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His stories and the good times they just filled my young life with joy
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But I couldn't understand it when he'd take time out to pray
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I'd ask him why and he would softly say
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Quiet son your grandfather's talking with the Lord
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He is way up in heaven and he hears every word
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God paints the clouds with silver while he's walking streets of gold
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Your grandfather's talking with the Lord
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Every Sunday after church the family would all meet
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And everyone from miles around would come to our house to eat
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But we'd have to wait while he'd take time out to pray
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And when I'd become inpatient he would softly say
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Quiet son your grandfather's talking with the Lord
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(He is way up in heaven and he hears every word)
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God paints the clouds with silver while he's walking streets of gold
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Your grandfather's talking with the Lord
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Then came that day when everyone was gathered round his bed
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Well I was too young to understand why that great man was dead
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But I know now and I remember to this very day
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Those words I heard my daddy softly say
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Quiet son your grandfather's walking with the Lord
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(He is up in heaven now in God's own holy world)
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And he's paintin' those clouds with silver and he's walking streets of gold
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Your grandfather's walking with the Lord
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Your grandfather's walking with the Lord
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Grandfather's Talkin' With The Lord
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| Tex Williams |
